Counting My Blessings

Counting My Blessings

I’m sitting outside this morning under a cool gray sky. The birds are just now waking up, singing their celebration of a new day. I hold my coffee cup in my hands, appreciating the weight and warmth of it. As I sip my decaf, I count my blessings on this fine...
Protracted? Nah. Healing.

Protracted? Nah. Healing.

I remember turning the key in my front door when I came home from the hospital after my cold turkey from my prescribed use of Clonazepam. The door opened, just as it had a thousand times before, and I walked into my apartment. Everything was just as I had left it the...
Good Vibrations? Probably Not!

Good Vibrations? Probably Not!

When The Beach Boys song Good Vibrations came out in 1966, I was only eight years old, but I understood it meant love and happiness—excitment. Aren’t most of seeking “good vibes” in life? Except that there aren’t good vibes in benzo withdrawal....
To Everything Turn. Turn. Turn.

To Everything Turn. Turn. Turn.

It’s raining now, as I write these words. The tap, tap, tap, on the roof, lullabies me as I ready for bed. Just after midnight, the rain will turn to snow, and I’ll wake up to a world covered in white—winter’s last gasp—as it fades into spring....
The Book I Promised. It’s Coming!

The Book I Promised. It’s Coming!

Christmas of 2016 I created a private Facebook group where people could give me their ideas about a benzo withdrawal book I wanted to write.  I began writing it Januray 2017, but kept hitting a wall I just couldn’t seem to get over. Then, that spring, the words...
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