White Noise

White Noise


I made such a mess of my life. Nobody else created the shit storms and chaos. I did.

Here on the sober side of all that turmoil, it feels good to admit these truths. To see clearly and own my behavior. To not hide behind the shame. To stop blaming others.

Honesty has become a great comfort, once I could get to it.

* Artwork by Duarte Vitoria

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