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Mind vomit

Sipping my life from bottles, Bottling my tears, Drowning your fears. Simply sipping and sipping and slipping then drinking then gulping and….. Up it comes… Too much life trapped in too many bottles, Too many tears stoppered, Not Enough To drown my fears Only sitting and sipping….never thinking Just gulping and drinking..never thinking and UpContinue reading “Mind vomit”

Twilight sleep

In part 11 Alice finds some scribbles written whilst high on state induced morphine in the hospital bed series’Connecting to the mother keyboard.’ She has no recollection of writing it. Purple hazed memory blocker. We are but we are not. It happened and it did not. Holding two truths in the drained purpled half light,Continue reading “Twilight sleep”

I am my gun

Part 7 of Alice Smith’s series ‘Connecting to the mother keyboard is trigger happy. I am my gun and I want to fire it. I am my gun and I want you to fire it. In the right circumstances this could be fun. My aim is high high high. Your aim is low low low.Continue reading “I am my gun”

I am my gun

Part 8 of Alice Smith’s series ‘Connecting to the mother keyboard is trigger happy. I am my gun and I want to fire it. I am my gun and I want you to fire it. In the right circumstances this could be fun. My aim is high high high. Your aim is low low low.Continue reading “I am my gun”

Dear Mr Blue ….

Dear society, does my pain offend you? Draw curtain. Open mouth. Insert highly toxic morphine. Shut up. Where am I again? Mmmmmm…….make mine a double shot…… Alice Smith writes about pain in part 1 of a series from the hospital bed ‘Connecting to mother keyboard.‘ Society encourages us to medicate whenever we feel pain. NowhereContinue reading “Dear Mr Blue ….”

Excuse me, love. It’s your stop

Drink to – what happened to you? Drink to – what if? Drink as consolation for the lies. Drink for me. Drink to you. Drink to be alone. Drink to feel………afraid. Drink to get back to…… Drink as consolation for what we don’t understand Drinking to forget, to let the memories set. Drinking to STOPContinue reading “Excuse me, love. It’s your stop”

Burn the merry go round

One more go on the merry go round then Burn it. Turn it fast ’til I can’t feel, peel the layers , reel around the fountain swirl and spit into the breeze as memories freeze then Burn it. Turn it. Turn me on then jump on and join us, come on in, the more theContinue reading “Burn the merry go round”

1826 no’s

1826 No’s Alice Smith on 5 years sober 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. 5 years sober. 1826 days. 1826 ways to say no. 1826 no’s to parties, invites, sex with strangers, ‘just one.’ 1826 no’s to family pressure, wearing that, saying this, climbing on tables, falling off tables. 1826 no’s to car parks at 3am,Continue reading “1826 no’s”

Compassion? Make that a double

Learning to be compassionate with ourselves in sobriety by Harry from 361 Sober Birmingham. Something I have been thinking about this week is trying to be compassionate to ourselves in sobriety. When I was drinking, I often used alcohol to drown out my inner critic. The voice that told me I was too loud, annoying,Continue reading “Compassion? Make that a double”

Respect your limits

Limits. It’s an ugly word in 2021. Whether we are flying into space, creating a vaccine or running a marathon, we are increasingly taught to ignore our limits. Limits are for losers. True grit. Man up. Brace. Never give up. Keep on smiling. It’s the soundtrack of success. Until it’s not. Recognising our limits isContinue reading “Respect your limits”