The Fluoxetine Dream…

Twelve years ago, in the belly of the beast of depression, I refused medication. I thought it was cheating. Plus I was using a substantial amount of alcohol as medication. It didn’t work. In fact, the alcohol exacerbated the situation but what was I to know? I was a depressed alky. The talking therapy helpedContinue reading “The Fluoxetine Dream…”

From COVID to 10km

In March, I couldn’t breathe. A short walk across the park to the shop had me wheezing. It was worrying. I was reasonably fit at this point but had just been travelling for five months. Tasting all the wonders of the various places had led to me putting a stone on in weight. I’d triedContinue reading “From COVID to 10km”

Did COVID kill the rat race?

Are the mind-numbing moments, in traffic, slowly watching life disappear a thing of the past? Are sweaty summer days, defying physics by sharing the same time and space with a complete stranger on public transport just a shiver-inducing memory? It is hopeful and quite possible! Whilst travelling through Mexico, I met many people working fromContinue reading “Did COVID kill the rat race?”

Daffodils; a symbol of hope?

My attitude of excess continued into my alcohol-free life. Where, previously, I had wanted to be fucked up as much as possible I now wanted wellness as much as possible. I wanted spiritual enlightenment and a six-pack by the weekend… I’d quit drinking on a Thursday. If it wasn’t happening yesterday then it wasn’t happeningContinue reading “Daffodils; a symbol of hope?”

The importance of exercise

It was Christmas time and there was no sound in the houseNothing to hear, not even a mouse.But wait!What’s this?I think I hear somethingYes, it sounds like someone munchingAhh, of course, it’s Charlie eating and getting fat.He’s using Christmas as an excuse to be a right lazy twat. My exercise routine took a backseat overContinue reading “The importance of exercise”

My drunken dreams became my sober reality…

With the end of six months travelling approaching and my return to work slow tapping on the window of my future like a huge Monday morning, I begin to ask, was it worth it? A resounding ABSOLUTELY! People said I was lucky to be able to take six months off from life to fulfil theContinue reading “My drunken dreams became my sober reality…”

Leaving a trail of positivity?

My current life is quite transient, yet I still try to treat people well. I don’t have to. Many I will never see again and their opinions hold no sway over my future. Despite this, I still try to leave a positive impression on people. For years I tried to be what people wanted. IContinue reading “Leaving a trail of positivity?”

Finding yourself?

“You’re travelling to find yourself aren’t you?” she said with certainty. “That’s such cliché bullshit,” I said “So why are you travelling?” I didn’t get into the whole conversation about the journey I had undertaken to get this point. How I had crawled from the brink to liberate myself and was now celebrating my freedomContinue reading “Finding yourself?”

Stories from sobriety; Leaving Las Vegas… Sober.

Two words fill me with dread; Party Bus. A party bus in Las Vegas in no less.   Part of the tour I had booked included a party bus and a nightclub entry. I have to be honest even after a few years of sobriety, the proposition made me uncomfortable but not for the sameContinue reading “Stories from sobriety; Leaving Las Vegas… Sober.”

Sobriety; The greatest investment I ever made…

My expectations in early sobriety were that my life was over. That I would don my retirement slippers, buy a pipe and rock myself to a slow death reminiscing about the “Glory days” of old. It wasn’t much of a proposition if I’m honest but it seemed a damn sight more promising than the roadContinue reading “Sobriety; The greatest investment I ever made…”