Hello Diary • 22nd September 2023

Justice is Truth in Action & Best Served Cold

“I checked myself into a mental hospital eleven days ago and stayed a week. And not without a fight! I wanted to book it out of there two hours after booking in.
The doctors didn't like that idea AT ALL.“

Hello Diary • 11th April 2023

An Open Letter to My Husband & the Woman He Fell in Love With: PART II

I didn't come here to moan and whine about it, though. However, I am here fully transparent as always and will speak from a place of love, not hate, for the remainder of this article. And while we're on the topic. I am composing this piece with only two intentions: To speak my truth and hopefully help someone suffering similarly.

Hello Diary • 3rd March 2023

Yesterday's Tomorrow

"This time yesterday, I was writing a letter with no intention of sending it—a sad one, a final remark for no one in particular and everyone all at once. So we don't send those letters; they end up tear-soaked if we do."

Hello Diary • 2nd February 2023

A Tangled Web We Weave

"Yesterday at 10 a.m., while I sat on my front porch sipping my morning coffee and staring at the screen of my Macbook, two police cars pulled up next to my driveway. My heart sank to my feet. Although I know I didn't commit a crime, it's still disconcerting when the cops show up at your door."

Hello Diary • 28th January 2023

What More Can I Ask For?

"Today is Day 15 of sobriety. I don't feel great, but I feel good. I am hopeful. Dare I say, happy? I shouldn't say that. I'm not particularly happy after all, but I am grateful. Living in gratitude, specifically. It's helping. My mom says I need more therapy. I tell her I am therapy. I mean this lightheartedly. I and psycho-therapy go way back; old friends, chums, pals. On good days, I think of myself as a reincarnation of Allan Watts and Bill Wilson. On other days, I practice humility..."

Hello Diary • 16th January 2023

Part 2: The Relapse & The Realization

"After the snow melted, I retraced my path home. Twisting through 'The Gorge' and onward and over, finally reaching South Carolina as my son slept in the backseat, I gave some intentional thought to the past two weeks (and the past eight years.) This entire incident of traumatic loss reminds me of the five stages of grief. The relapse I experienced harnesses three of those stages.
Now, the first stage, denial, indeed began on December 8th. That part was long gone when I took that first drink two weeks ago."

Hello Diary • 15th January 2023

Let Go For Dear Life

"At around hour thirteen of alcohol withdrawal, roughly 3:30 pm, I got in my car and drove 180 miles to my mother's house, where my son had spent the previous night. There are two reasons I made the trip: I needed my boy and an escape––one not poisonous as those I'd taken nearly every day since New Year's Eve. Truthfully, I'm an escapism junkie; alcohol is quick to the punch and most accessible for me, but it's all a matter of escaping someone or some feeling."

Hello Diary • 6th January 2023

Oh, Honey

"But, the thought of my best friend, my son's father, the man for whom I've fought tooth and nail for nearly a decade, ceasing to live and breathe, left me breathless, terrified, and nauseous. Of course, he lived to see another day. Then, roughly ten days later, he broke my heart and shattered my world. It felt almost like he'd died like in my nightmare. But, unlike the fictional car crash dreamed up by my fear, this is reality. And my husband didn't die. But it felt like he did. And now it feels like his ghost is haunting me."

Hello Diary • 24th December 2022

I Don’t Blame You

“Just typing this sends a chill down my spine. Of course, any sane person would've heeded such a clear-cut warning, but I married him instead. Perhaps, it's because I was in a dark place mentally and emotionally—dry but not sober, lacking in self-worth, a chicken with its motherfucking head whacked right off.”

Hello Diary • 17th December 2022

Love Doesn’t Die Alone

“It feels like I'm falling slowly from a burning building. Someone pushed me out the window. Thank God, who wants to stay inside a crumbling structure engulfed in flames? People say there's a net waiting to catch me, but I can't see it, so I'm afraid. What if they're lying?“

Hello Diary • 9th December 2022

An Open Letter to My Husband & the Woman He Fell in Love With

“It's too soon to write about this. The wound is so fresh it's oozing. But I don't see any other options in this landscape. I want to call on my best friend for a shoulder to cry on. But I can't go to him. He's front and center of the dilemma, right along with me. Except, for the first time since I became his wife—seven years, three weeks, and one day—we've entered a battle we cannot fight together. I am alone. He is alone. I am awake. He is asleep. He's in love with someone else.”