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  • 027 – Finding the Time to Write in this Crazy, Wild World

    December 26th, 2025

    I am blessed enough to have the day after Christmas off. My future wife, who’s a full-time vampire, has to work today. In order to save our daughter from the treachery that is the babysitter, we all decided that she would stay the night at my place.

    It’s been a fantastic day. I had time to go for a walk before Jasmine woke up. My brother and his girlfriend came up from Colorado. We all went to lunch at the hospital where Kim works, where we spent a good hour eating and talking casually. We even ran into a few of the church folk who were there to visit Kim’s sister.

    On a side note: Jacque (pronounced Jackie), you are in our prayers, and we hope you get over your flu soon. We are all a bit vulnerable right now, otherwise we would have come up to your room to visit.

    It’s been a good holiday. It’s been a busy holiday. This is my fourth entry in two days. So where do I find the time?

    It’s been a process, definitely. I’ve had to get over my self-taught belief that I’m supposed to finish a blog in one sitting. I do the same thing with the dishes. And that’s exactly why I end up with a pile of dishes at least once a month.

    “It’s just one dish. Wash it.”

    “Yeah but it’s just one dish. I can do it next time. Two dishes aren’t that much either.”

    I completely negate the fact that I can easily do a few, and come back for the rest at a later time. I have to remind myself that it’s allowed.

    I do that with a lot of things. I’m convinced that I’m not allowed to take breaks. If I can’t do it all at once, I don’t know how to do it at all. And I have no idea where it came from.

    Which is why I decided to sit down in front of this computer at the local library. I get thirty minutes to write. In 6 more minutes, I either save my work, or I lose it all.

    It’s exhilarating, really. I tend to write well when it’s do or die.

    So how have I found the time to write four blog entries on Christmas and the day after?

    I walk away. I focus on what’s in front of me, not what’s in the other room. Or the man who’s singing a song of apology behind me as he walks down the stairwell. I write until my window of opportunity passes. Then I save what I have, and come back to it later.

    It’s incredibly simple. And productive. When I can get over myself.

    Is it ego? Is it pride? Is it fear? Does it come from some deep-seated childhood trauma that was taught to me by one of the broken adults in my life?

    Yes. But that’s okay. Because I am allowed to learn. And I am allowed to heal.

    Thirty seconds left. Now ten.

    Save draft. And GO!

    Wow, I actually got it done…

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  • 026 – Creativity is in the Eye of the Beholder (Daily Prompt)

    December 25th, 2025

    How are you creative?

    If I told you I was creative, would that make me creative?

    If you thought I was creative, and you told a friend I was creative, would that make me creative?

    Who knows?

    I picture myself as a particle from the famous Double-Slit Experiment (Wikipedia link here for those who aren’t familiar), maybe I’m not anything unless I’m observed.

    Or maybe I’m more like Shrödinger’s Cat. Maybe I’m everything until I’m observed.

    Or until my writing is observed, at least. Thankfully, I’m not faced with this dilemma often!

    Truly, I would love to be considered creative. I would love to be talked about. And I would love it if you hit the like and subscribe buttons. But I’m just someone who puts feelings into words and tries to help others.

    Because for me, that is where the real blessing is.


    If no one has told you they love you today, I love you. Thank you for being a part of my life journey ❤️

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  • 025 – Long Live the Lonely (Free Ebook Promotion)

    December 25th, 2025

    As a small thank you to all my subscribers, followers, casual readers, and friends, my poetry collection Long Live the Lonely: Poetry and Prose for Melancholy Souls, will be free to download from Amazon, starting December 26th.

    This is a 24-hour promotion, so don’t hesitate! Please note that Amazon will only allow you to download the book through their website.

    While you’re floating around, click some like buttons. Leave a comment. Follow my Instagram at neverstaybrok3n. And if you see a subscribe or follow button anywhere, click it. Before it clicks you.

    If no one has told you they love you today, I love you. Thank you for being a part of my life journey ❤️

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  • 024 – Banishing my Christmas Ghosts

    December 25th, 2025

    When I was a child, my family wasn’t allowed to be a part of Christmas. Because of this, I hated the holiday.

    I felt different, separate, and cast out.

    It wasn’t because we were poor. My family just didn’t believe in holidays.

    But it went beyond the presents and decorations. There were no Christmas cookies. No carols. No greeting cards. Nobody was allowed to say “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Holidays”.

    When I became an adult, I ignored Christmas. It was just another day to me. But inside, I felt hollowed out.

    I felt isolated and lonely, even if I was in a room full of people. There was a shadow that surrounded me.

    I’m grateful today, because I don’t have to feel that anymore. It’s been a long and difficult journey.

    And I’m not finished yet.

    First I crawled. Then I walked. Now, I’m learning to run.

    And one day, my dear reader, I will fly.

    Would you like to soar with me?

    Merry Christmas to all who read this. Truly, you are in my heart.


    Thank you for reading, and for supporting my efforts to heal. I hope this has helped you in some way. May God bless you and keep you always ❤️

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  • 023 – Wreckage in my Wake

    December 14th, 2025

    At the end of service every Sunday, our pastor invites the members of our church to the front for personal prayer. At this time, some of the elders and deacons will ask us, individually, whatever prayers we need.

    In the last few months, I’ve been making myself step up front and allowing them to pray for me. I say making because I am proud and egotistical. I don’t like asking for help, because it makes me feel weak. Asking for help in front of others? It’s downright painful.

    Then there’s the voice from my childhood that says I don’t belong. Despite the fact that I want to, often desperately. I have to fight the deep-seated belief that I am not a part of, but apart from.

    As it happens, my fiancé’s sister is one of the people who offers prayer at the end of service. She knows a lot, and we rarely have to tell her what prayers we need. She’s always been pleasant and supportive. Not once have I ever heard a negative word from her when it comes to my engagement with Kim.

    And yet, I never quite expected the words that came out of her mouth.

    She thanked God for putting me in Kim’s life. For giving her sister the man that they’ve all been praying for her to have. And she called me a blessing.

    I truly conisder myself the lucky one. I never allowed it to sink in that I might be considered a blessing to someone else.

    During my drinking days, no one would have called me a blessing. I wasn’t anywhere near living up to my potential. People were praying for me to find my way. Probation was telling me to pull my head out of my (yep) or they would send me back. Friends were watching me collapse. Women would only get so close before they realized they couldn’t save me.

    I left wreckage in my wake. And there was no end in sight.

    Eventually, it all became painful enough for me to want to change. Just one toe in the water at first. But then slowly, in fearful increments, I began to allow a higher power to work in my life.

    Is this the answer for everyone? I don’t actually know. But I do know that is where it started for me. The idea that maybe, just maybe, there was something in this universe that could do a better job than me.

    That was all that was required to make my beginning.

    And I am grateful every day that I was able to allow that first little sliver of light to shine in.

    Thank you for reading, and for supporting my efforts to heal. I hope this has helped you in some way.

    If you’re curious about my poetry collections, please click the menu at the top of the page and select “books”. Each image will take you to the corresponding listing on Amazon.

    Thank you for being a part of my life journey. May God bless you and keep you always ❤️

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  • 022 – The Right Thing

    November 23rd, 2025

    Love has burned a hole in my chest

    It began as a cold spot,
    a frozen space deep within
    that had been abandoned and ignored

    and so

    it built a wall of ice
    around
    its self

    in the hopes that no one.
    would ever.
    get.
    in.

    and yet
    the heart knows
    what the heart wants

    so much more so than you or I

    Love has burned a hole in my chest

    What was once a speck
    was fanned and grew, and
    learned to breathe near you

    and then

    these walls of ice that were
    so real
    so. very real.

    all went melting away from me
    before I knew it
    before the count of ten

    and before I was ready

    Love has burned a hole in my chest

    and the firecracker fuse of my fear
    was LIT

    and before I could stop it
    the explosion split

    IN | | TWO

    and yet everything moved
    in such s l o w m o t i o n

    I wasn’t actually sure
    if anything had changed

    at all

    Love has burned a hole in my chest

    but then there was smoke
    and you stuffed the last tiny strand
    of kindling
    in the shape of my heart
    just as the entire mass

    ERUPTED

    into conflagration

    and I panicked as I wept
    but you laid in the rubble
    next to me

    you held me
    when I needed held

    and you let me go
    when I needed let go

    Love has burned a hole in my chest

    There is no ice left
    and that is how I know

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  • 021 – Dealing With Your Partner’s Childhood Trauma

    November 15th, 2025

    There is a part of me that is afraid of my fiancé. Every once in a while, for reasons I understand fully yet rarely see beforehand, something inside of me is triggered. I will then spend the rest of my day waiting for her to lose her temper and lash out at me.

    During these times, my inner child is on full alert. I feel like small prey in the wilderness, waiting for the twig snap that signals a barrage of screaming, or a slap to the back of my head.

    The thing is, Kim has never once hit me, cursed at me, or called me a name out of anger. In fact, she has shown me more patience and love than any person I have ever had in my life.

    In three years together, she has never abused me. That’s right. I am the one with the childhood trauma.

    Has she made mistakes? Sure. Has she said things in the heat of the moment? Of course. I have, too. It’s a relationship, not a sainthood.

    If my fear isn’t actually caused by her, where does it come from?

    The answer lies back, way back in my childhood. Which honestly, is pretty obvious. Right now.

    But when I’m in the moment, and everything inside is screaming at me to either run or lash out, all I can see is what I think is there. I can only see the danger that I believe is right in front of me.

    So, what do I do? How do I learn to see reality for what it is, and not for what it once was?

    1 – I shut my mouth and take a breath.

    I cannot overstate how vital this is for me. When I feel cornered, I usually don’t fight. I either shut down, or my brain goes into hyper drive and I start talking. I will say whatever I need to say to get me back to safety. I will lie. I will tell Kim what I think she wants to hear. Not because I want to mislead her, but because I am afraid she will hurt me somehow if I don’t live up to what I think she wants.

    2 – I walk away (both mentally and physically).

    When I am triggered, my first instinct is to run. However, I don’t always do this physically. What Kim sees as withdrawal is actually my flight response. I mentally run and hide from whatever perceived threat I’m faced with.

    Worse, I won’t always take the physical space I need in order to sort things out. I’m still new to recovery, and I’m new to healing. I am not a professional by any means. I am simply sharing my journey.

    I’ve learned that, while I go into flight mode mentally, I will often freeze physically. All this accomplishes is that I am stuck right there in the same room as my “threat”.

    And so I try to make myself walk away, not run, both mentally and physically.

    3 – I gather my thoughts, and then bring them back to Kim.

    I wouldn’t be able to do this if I didn’t feel safe around my fiancé. Granted, sometimes it takes a while, sometimes days, for me to break down the perceived threat and talk to her about it.

    This is actually amazing progress for me. I used to hold things in for months. Last year, I thought Kim snapped at me over a suggestion I made about ramen noodles. It took me 6 months to ask her about it, because I mentally ran away. I made assumptions about something that didn’t actually happen in the first place. Because of my childhood, my inner child was telling me this situation was the same as something from my past, and I was so wired to follow it, I just did.

    4 – I listen to Kim’s feedback, no matter how it makes me feel.

    As I stated before, I only feel comfortable doing this because Kim has proven herself to be someone I can trust. This couldn’t happen if I had never been willing to give her a chance to begin with.

    Don’t get me wrong, it’s been difficult. But over time, like a faucet dripping clean water into a cup of coffee, I have been able to start seeing things more clearly.

    5 – I get a second opinion.

    Kim is a wonderful, beautiful, and patient woman who genuinely wants the best for me, just as I do for her. However neither one of us is a professional. While I know she has my best interests at heart, she doesn’t always know what those interests are.

    When we feel safe, we will talk about what’s going on. Over the first 3 years of our relationship I have had to learn how to identify which relationship issues I should take to someone else, and which should stay between Kim and me.

    Overall, it boils down to understanding, patience, communication, and trust. We understand that we are not the same person. We understand that the other person has issues that we need to work through and we patiently give them the time and space they need. We communicate, even when it’s tough. And we trust each other to work through these things in our own, often very different ways.

    It’s been one heck of a journey. We often struggle. But I am learning that a relationship requires work. Our differences are what make it interesting. Our willingness to learn and grow is what makes it beautiful.

    Disclaimer: I am not a therapist or a recovery professional. All I do is give my feedback and tell my personal story. Therefore, nothing I say should be taken as actual therapeutic advice.

    If you are struggling, I earnestly urge you to reach out to a mental health and/or recovery professional. Seriously, I do it, and it helps.

    May God bless you on your life journey ahead. Drop your first name and a general location if you would like me to pray for you.

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  • 020 – Cascade (From “Making my Amends to the Dead”)

    November 9th, 2025

    We sat on the edge
    of the roof
    that night, a
    frighteningly tall building,
    daring to look
    down, fearless

    your hand in mine,
    I felt the power
    of one compact
    moment, that precariously
    placed domino that
    finally tips and
    cascades from that
    point and forward,
    forward to the end
    of our lives

    it seems we spent
    the whole of our existence
    placing pieces, gently
    oh so gently, tender
    with the obsessive
    touch of
    perfectionists
    until the night we
    were finally ready
    to live

    and that was the
    night that love
    arrived, tipping over our
    first piece before
    we had even placed
    our last

    and now we were
    frantic,
    panting and full of
    passionate fear as we
    tried to position
    the climactic scenes of
    our ending,
    love chasing us, hunting

    (readyornothereicome)

    why do we spend
    so much time positioning
    and repositioning
    the fragile pieces
    of our lives

    and so little time
    basking in the chaos of love
    as it topples them over?

    “Making my Amends to the Dead” is available on Amazon in hardback, paperback, and digital formats. You can view it by clicking here.

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  • 019 – A Lifetime of Bad Decisions

    October 27th, 2025

    As soon as I saw the motorcycle, I knew it was too late.

    A few weeks back, I was leaving a friend’s house. As I turned a corner at an intersection, I noticed the road was blocked off by emergency vehicles. Lights were flashing. Traffic was being guided around bright orange cones. And everything was brutally silent.

    The first vehicle I saw was a white pickup parked in the turning lane. It stood at an odd angle, and its front end was smashed in.

    The second was a motorcycle, laying on its side. It wasn’t quite cut in half, but it wasn’t far from it.

    The second I laid eyes on it, somehow I knew. Not only was the rider dead, but somebody had been drinking. Online news articles would later prove this to be the case.

    Truthfully, I don’t know anyone who was involved. And yet, these things hit me different. Because once upon a time I could have easily been one of these people. Any day I could be the other.

    Let me be clear, I absolutely do not condone or excuse this type of behavior. However, I have the highly unpopular viewpoint of understanding both sides. Addiction is a disease, and disease changes us.

    Often, our disease, whatever it is, will affect others. I am grateful for what I have and for the things that didn’t happen. I have been incredibly blessed with the opportunity to recover, and to share my story with others.

    One day at a time, I can ensure that I never hurt anyone with this disease again. And yet, as long as alcoholism exists, I take a risk each time I get on the road.

    Then again, don’t we all?

    Has alcoholism affected you? If so, how? I encourage you to leave a comment and tell a little bit of your story!

    I am releasing another collection of poetry. Watch for “Making my Amends to the Dead”, coming soon!

    Bless you all and thank you for your support!

  • 018 – There But For the Grace of God

    October 20th, 2025

    In another world, this could have been me.

    During my time in recovery, I have had to swallow some hard truths about myself. It has been a fact-finding and fact-facing process. Enlightening, but never easy.

    Difficulty makes it mean more. I appreciate the journey more when the path is strewn with a bit of rubble and debris.

    There is plenty of debris. But I seem to find less and less as each day passes.

    A couple weeks ago, I was at home getting ready for bed. I had just turned off the bedroom light when I heard a woman screaming outside.

    I looked out my window. In the parking lot across the street, I saw a disheveled man enter a tent that had been made out of a blue tarp and buckets. He exited and re-entered a couple more times. Each time I could hear the woman scream again.

    So, I did what I thought was the right thing. I called emergency services, gave them my details, and prayed. Within 3 minutes, the police had arrived. No arrests were made.

    I thought that was the right thing to do, because in the moment I didnt know. I grew up in a household that experienced violence regularly. As a child, I couldn’t fight back. I couldn’t defend myself. I was too afraid to call 911.

    Three decades later, and those feelings of fear, helplessness, and anger all came rushing back. It didn’t matter to me who the woman was or what decisions she made that put her in a tarp tent in a parking lot at 10:30 pm on a Sunday.

    That was me, so many times. But the “hard truth” is, I could have been that man, too.

    Addiction does things to people. I have witnessed incredible, kind-hearted people get torn to pieces. Alcohol just happened to be my drug of choice. Many will argue that other drugs are worse. While I won’t take part in any debate, I will say that I have done things I am not proud of.

    Part of my own recovery journey is acknowledging my past and using it to shape a positive future. It is painful and frightening, yet fruitful and necessary.

    In any number of infinite worlds, we are all there. Both outside of the tent, and in it.

    As much as I have struggled in this world, I am beyond grateful to be where I am today.

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