I liken coping with an alcoholic to staying in a war-zone.
Like a person who lives in deceit, we stone myself and demand assistance
Your injury grows and grows
It slits my neck from vein to vein.
We place sand inside you wound,
We devote your wound a huge, and around myself I light the fire.
—Hoda Al-Namani, i recall I became a aim, I happened to be A group
I thought, this is me when I read this. This might be my entire life. But, I’m not living in Beirut. What’s that about?
If you’re an addict, I’m sorry. (more…)