4 Years Ago: Overdose, Shame and the Blame Game
The photo’s above are all taken during my time with Marcel, I’m not sure if our life was the life that people expect heroin addicts to have. I suppose the […]
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4 Years Ago: Why Did You Die? Guilt, Regret and Sadness.
I’m not sure what I’m doing with this blog post, I want to just avoid the horrible thoughts that this date brings, I want to pretend I don’t feel a […]
8 Years Ago: Grateful Junkie in Need of Solitude.
” We’re all of us sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life” Tennessee Williams 1957 Just been reading some old journals and can’t help but smile, funny […]
5 Years Ago: Methadone Me, Recovery and Pastures New
” All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we […]
6 Years Ago: People in Pain and Dangerous Hope.
“Either the human being must suffer and struggle as the price of a more searching vision, or his gaze must be shallow and without intellectual revelation.” Thomas De Quincey 1845 […]
8 Years Ago: Mental Health, Techno and Foot Fetishes
Reviewing my journals from eight years ago I was surprised at how much was going at that time. I was desperately trying to maintain links with my pre-heroin life, and […]
9 Years Ago: Homeless, Heroin & Harm.
Notes from Journals July 2011 The decomposed body of a homeless guy was discovered at a derelict church in East the Water. The newspaper made a point of saying a […]
10 Years Ago: Heroin Experiments
The first time I tried heroin was not an accident, I had been searching for a solution for some time. I was looking for something to cushion my reality, to […]
4 Years Ago: Stigma & Stereotype- Just a junkie whore.
The photo’s above were taken during my methadone detox, it’s weird that it’s only four years ago as so much has happened since them, and when these photos were taken […]
Heroin Me: Photos & My Reason to Live
My dog Charlie features in all my photo collections over the last thirteen years, he’s been the constant in my life, and without meaning to sound dramatic, he gave me […]
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