by Forrest Admin Main | May 18, 2022 | Angel Blue
Danny died. There’s more to it than a long, heart-wrenching 17-year battle with addiction and CPTSD. But for now, he’s gone in a shitty, fucked up way. I tend to take death easier, and lately, there’s been a lot of it in the recovery community. I was not even sad, and...
by Forrest Admin Main | May 8, 2022 | Angel Blue
Rejection and abandonment are my Achilles heel. For me, those are even worse than not feeling believed. Feeling irrelevant is the big one. The way I felt all those years ago. Some parts of the kid in me are still wounded and angry. He cries out, “THEY DID THOSE...
by Forrest Admin Main | Apr 18, 2022 | Angel Blue
Every year on April 17 at 11:55 PM, I light candles at the corner of Utah and University. (Except 04 when I was in Iraq. Big Forrest, rest in peace lit them for me that year). The first few times were horrific. Just going to that place sparked all the horror. I ran...
by Forrest Admin Main | Apr 14, 2022 | Angel Blue
The last time I stepped out of that foster home, I was 16 years old. Two years later, I found a home in the barracks at the Navy’s Recruit Training Command, Great Lakes, Illinois. I put that uniform on, learned the language, and drank to forget. The human subconscious...
by Forrest Admin Main | Apr 12, 2022 | Angel Blue
“You need to move on. Man up. Fake. Everyone is a victim of something. What were you wearing?” These are some of the comments on my social media pages dedicated to raising awareness about childhood sexual assault. “Stop crying already.”...
