Recently, I wrote a poem about what it feels like to be an alcoholic. — How quitting has impacted some of my friendships, basically what it feels like to me. In retrospect, I realize that I have caused pain to those people that I care deeply about. I regret that more than anything. It’s the tension in creative expression. Mine is always visceral and a bit viral. But if one ‘watches their words’ can they create? I guess I’ll live with the tension today and sit here a feel my extreme sadness over the pain I have caused.

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