Sobriety Stories

Ten years later. Willow Gray had spent an entire decade actively avoiding Hermione Granger. In that time, she built a life she was content with: one rooted in sobriety and in honoring her sister's memory. But when Hermione stumbles into a quiet bookstore in London, Willow finds herself confronted with everything she has spent years trying to escape. What begins as a simple interaction becomes an unavoidable proximity, despite Willow's restraint. Hermione's curiosity gets the better of her; she can't understand how she never once crossed paths with Willow at school. That curiosity slowly deepens into something neither of them anticipated, forcing Willow to navigate the growing weight of her feelings while keeping Hermione in the dark, bound by the terms of an Unbreakable Vow. When healing has meant restraint, what does love demand? *I DO NOT OWN HERMIONE GRANGER OR ANY ASPECT OF THE WIZARDING WORLD. ANY REFERENCES TO RELATED CONTENT ARE NOT CLAIMED AS MY OWN. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING.*

I have always been known as an emotional roller coaster. I needed to find an outlet to my emotions that did not involve breaking glass or new drywall. Over the past few months I have realized what the power of writing can do for me! I have learned that when I have so many thoughts and feelings building up inside of me, when I feel like I just need to explode, all I've got to do is grab a pen and go. I write. I take those feelings and let them pour out of my words. As I write those built up emotions get released, like an almost overflowing bathtub and then the plug is pulled so it can drain. Throwing or hitting something only pulled my plug for a moment and then it was shoved back in and not too long before I felt the urge of breaking again. Writing is like pulling the plug but then holding that plug out of the drain until I decide its at the level I need it to be. Writing can be as exhausting as a marathon to me! Every single word that comes out of me in writing is felt, learned from and preserved. My hopes for putting all of my emotions into a book are very simple. I am human, just like I hope anyone who listens to or reads this book will be. I have been told that I am really good at taking my emotions and explaining how they feel with words. Whether it is just to have someone to relate with and have someone be able to say, "I've been there before!". Or, being one of those people who have so much inside them but they don't know how to talk about or express it. Just having them be able to read one of the poems and know exactly what they are feeling because someone decided to put their feelings into words. To let someone know that they are not alone. Maybe, just maybe, in some small way, This book will help me realize that I'm not alone.

Her breath hinged in her throat, and her stomach twisted into knots so tightly she thought she might collapse. It was as if time itself had stopped as her hazel eyes met with those beautiful brown ones that went wide upon seeing her as well. He straightened his posture and cleared his throat. A wobbly smile made its way to his thin lips as he rammed his hands into his coat pockets. "Hey, Abby," Thomas said, his voice meek and as wobbly as his smile. ※ #xmascontest2022 winner ※ featured on StoriesUndiscovered September 2023 ©️ _strawberry_skies_ 2022

Continuation from "Are You Ok?" the one shot. Read that before this so you'll know the characters. :) If you haven't read it yet don't read the description below so it doesn't spoil the story for you. ************************ After another brutal breakup Chester Bennington turns to his best friend of 15 years, Sara. As he starts to go back down the path of drinking heavily she fights to get him to stop and realize his worth. It was during this they realized their feelings and decided to act upon them. So...will everything be ok? Or is their world going to be rocked to the breaking point? ************************* While there are celebrities in this story, this is all a story of my own creation. Meaning certain characters might do things they normally wouldn't do or things might not fall in the right timeline.

A short paragraph about my experience with crystal methamphetamine, & the struggle of addiction that came along with it.

One sailors journey from addiction to sobriety.

This is my recovery story, from rehab to the unfinished ending. This is my journey through the monsters that tried to kill me and how I stayed sober.

A poem I wrote about what living in active addiction after going to treatment feels like.

When will I learn to stop banging my head against the wall?

She could see this coming, but assumed it wouldn't get the best of her. She wouldn't be like others she knew and grew up with. She swore she would be better. But life always has different plans and sick jokes to play. When will it stop? When will there come a day where thing's are perfect, it's all she can think about, where is her light at the end of the tunnel? Follow the journey a girl who loses her way and numerous battles with depression and addiction. The journey of a girl who has witnessed hell itself. Most importantly, how will she get through it all?

Making connections between drugs and emotions. Figuring out what went wrong. Sometimes the brightest smiles ,loudest laughs,warmest hugs and most beautiful people are plauged with a sadness they don't know how to cope with. That's when we lose those people and all that's left are beautiful memories. My take on losing people I love to addiction. This is MY STORY. I HAVE LIVED THIS. I AM NOT ASHAMED OF MY PAST.I DONT LIVE THERE ANYMORE. If you are a freak like me,you are welcome here this is a judge free zone. I will be writting about things that litteraly have happened. I have been told countless times in my life that these things aren't real,it's too crazy I must have read it in a book or saw it in a movie. No the joke is on those people who don't believe me. Only people who have been in a similar place as me will really truly get it. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

December 30   CARGO LOST, CARGO FOUND     I fill the pallet of a new year's sobriety and, when it has been accomplished, make a manifest and strap this pallet with the others on the flatbed of my life.  The cargo is secure and weighty; there is ample pressure where the rubber meets the road.  I maneuver my rig carefully.  I feel assured as I stream with the traffic on the byways.  The power and magnitude of my transport prompts in me overconfidence.  I fail to realize variation in weather or road conditions can jeopardize my journey. Eighteen wheels make for a poor cantilever when traction is lost and top-heavy wins out.  In losing the battle of gravity, inertia and control I realize the past is not a weight I need to haul; all that is necessary is the inventory.  I slip the pages into my pocket and walk the rest of the way.  I am my only freight.     Medicate with laughter and tears. *     Can’t Walk Back     I chase my reading list, lose my place, fall down, can’t find my page; suddenly there is a whole library beyond my grasp.  I write as fast as I can and so do my fellows the result is more than I can read in three lifetimes.  The glory and pain of freedom is the constriction of time.  I claw at the minutes but the days slip quickly out of reach.  How can I get the great work poured into my mind while still allowing original thought to flow from me? I ask God if I can be reincarnated with my backlist intact but there is no reply.  I know in my heart this life is like hang-gliding on the beach; my shoes and socks are left behind and I fly off over open sea.  So if we are friends now that is surely grand, but if you want to be my friend later, just take a walk in my shoes.    Vlog: http://youtu.be/24UpEacsxX4   You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

The beginning of a beautiful path to healing, in words written from my heart.

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You already know what the fuck it do.

A letter I wrote a couple of months after I quit using.

67 days clean.

A night I don't remember taught me what survival actually looks like. This is the story of how a pouch of chewing tobacco, two cops, and a blackout became the first step toward sobriety. - From my ongoing collection, "Barbed Wire Psalms". (Part 1 of 8)

Thoughts of a dopeless hope fiend