So….. I parked this url years ago with a big dream of writing romantic essays, tributes and rants in the style of Ed Abbey and Doug Peacock about the loss and demise of the American West, a way of life I love and the places and people I cherish. No More Buffalo comes from the James McMurtry song, and it fits in so many ways.
In the last few weeks, my life took a dramatic turn for the worse as the effects of long-term PTSD, trauma and addiction conspired into an event that has cost me nearly everything I love. As I got sober I began writing again and found Facebook to be the immediate and easiest ways to share my word (I will repost my original essays here). I was a scary step to allow myself to be vulnerable and expose many things I’ve kept hidden. The responses, the messages and comments have been positive and I’ve been encouraged to continue to share my journey. I feel I can be more open here as folks will choose or not to come read it, rather than have it pop up on a feed. Writing was always cathartic for me, and exploring these emotions and fears and processes in written form has helped so much. It won’t be all rainbows and unicorns, there is some dark shit in my head and heart and I plan to let it all go, to become a healthier and happier person, and to hopefully repair so much of the damage I have caused. I have a long journey ahead, sobriety is an easy step and today is day 19 since I’ve done anything to chemically alter my state of mind. For now, comments are disabled, as I don’t have the time or bandwidth to moderate them, but that may change.
I will stick with my original intent and sprinkle in some content about the loss of places I love, stories from the road, and I will eventually link my published works. Until then, thanks for joining me.
