It’s a foggy morning inside my head. Dew settles at the base of my skull a damp film across my dull thoughts, if I dare think any to...

If I had a dollar for every time someone has told me, "You have to learn to let things go," maybe I could afford the kind of intensive...

If my sheets could talk, they’d be calling for a doctor. “Come give this girl a muscle relaxer. She tosses and turns like she’s lookin’...

Sometimes, I dream about what it's like to be naturally sober. I mean, sober without intent. The kind of sober you don't have to think...

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Misery does not like to be lonely. Insomnia, a cousin of misery, doesn't either.