Reality Is Drunk

-Life isn’t just rainbows and butterflies. Sometimes it’s vultures and hurricanes and an Elvis sighting-

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  • Reality is drunk: Matt gets tired of his army buddies committing suicide

    Reality is drunk: Matt gets tired of his army buddies committing suicide

    For some, not even life in the sunniest state in America is reason enough to get out of bed and seize the day, but one Army veteran is changing that, one soldier at a time.

    Nicholas B

    July 7, 2022
    Reality is Drunk
    hawaii, mental-health, nonfiction, realityisdrunk, suicide, therapeutic-writing, veterans
  • My journal: How therapeutic writing is fixing the bullsh!t

    My journal: How therapeutic writing is fixing the bullsh!t

    I started this blog when my dog Buzz died unexpectedly one night. It was meant to be about dog health and whatnot. Learning about and implementing all the healthy happy things I planned to do with my K9 companion, but never did.

    Nicholas B

    July 1, 2022
    My Journal
    Christianity, faith, My Journal, soul, therapeutic-writing
  • Dark fiction: The hangman

    Dark fiction: The hangman

    (originally published in Asylum Ink and Sanitarium Magazine). Detective Bill Hardy dropped his cigarette in the soda can on his desk. It hissed and he sighed. Another one dead. Third strangulation in six weeks. Fucking nightmare.

    Nicholas B

    June 9, 2022
    Dark Fiction
    Dark Fiction, ghost-story, horror, shadow-work, town-history
  • My journal: Could this be the day that I die?

    So I’m back in my hometown of Placerville, California. As always, I was intrigued to hear the Sunday message at church yesterday morning. It wasn’t what I expected. And after thinking about it, it still wasn’t speaking to me. So I did what any reasonable thinking man should do in times like this: play with […]

    Nicholas B

    June 7, 2022
    My Journal
    Christianity, faith, mini-Aussie, My, My Journal, therapeutic-writing
  • My journal: Jesus saves…with a jackhammer?

    It’s my last Sunday in South Alabama and I got to check out Three Circle Church in Fairhope. And wow! What a welcoming place. They are organized and efficient. Even having special parking for first-time visitors. Why? I wondered. Then I understood perfectly as I was given a free tote bag with a coffee mug. […]

    Nicholas B

    June 1, 2022
    My Journal
    Christianity, Holy Spirit, My Journal, therapeutic-writing
  • My journal: Scars of gold

    I’m out in Alabama this week saying goodby to the life I destroyed and kissing my loved ones goodbye, who, incredibly, still care about me on a deep level. God made women superior to man, anyone who disagrees just isn’t paying attention to reality. There is no anger here. No animosity. Just sadness and a […]

    Nicholas B

    May 27, 2022
    My Journal
    Alabama, breaking up, Christianity, divine energies, kintsukuroi, mental-health, My Journal, therapeutic-writing
  • My journal: Baptism for a commitment-phobic man

    I’m so proud to say I took the plunge and came out a Christian. It was on May 14th and I’m holding strong in my faith in God’s plan. And much to my surprise, it’s HARD AS HELL!  Why? Because I’m getting everything I asked for. I asked God to help me be more faithful, […]

    Nicholas B

    May 14, 2022
    My Journal
    baptism, betterman, Christian, Christianity, faith, mental-health, therapeutic-writing
  • My journal: Overcoming impostor syndrome at my local church

    Maybe it’s the American in me, but when it comes to churches, I’ve always figured bigger was better. But not a megachurch built like a Bass Pro Shop.

    Nicholas B

    October 15, 2021
    My Journal
    Christianity, faith, imposter-syndrome, mental-health, My Journal, therapeutic-writing
  • My journal: Dogs are proof that god loves us and wants us to be happy

    My journal: Dogs are proof that god loves us and wants us to be happy

    Early this morning I lost my best friend. Thing is, I didn’t realize he was my best friend until I looked back over the seven years I had with him.

    Nicholas B

    August 5, 2020
    My Journal
    rainbow-bridge, therapeutic-writing

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