Sobriety didn’t come easy. It was wild & labyrinthine. To make sense of the chaos in my head & body was to pull it out, thread by thread, & lay it all out on a piece of paper. It was messy & confusing at first, as if I had regurgitated black mud onto the page before me, but when I wiped off the excess, what remained was poetry. Here, in my hands, were words & phrases that pulled deeply at my cells. These poems were me. These lines that had only previously existed on the inside of my mind, were real. My emotions were real. They were laying here, bloody & scarred, but all very real. Looking at them, in this tangible, consumable form, I was able to move through the toughest moments in recovery. After a few months of recovering this way, I gathered these poems up into a book known as Pick Your Poison. I hope you see your emotions on the page, as I did. I hope you know how real & valid everything you are experiencing is. These words are me, but they are also you.

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