I liken coping with an alcoholic to surviving in a war-zone.
Like a person who lives in deceit, we stone myself and demand assistance
Your injury grows and grows
It slits my neck from vein to vein.
We place sand inside you wound,
We invest your wound a huge, and around myself I light the fire.
—Hoda Al-Namani, i recall I became a place, I became A group
I thought, this is me when I read this. This might be my entire life. But, I’m not living in Beirut. What’s that about?
If you should be an addict, I’m sorry. This story is not for you personally. Continuar leyendo «The Dating an Alcoholic? Run Like Hell Or Maybe More!»