Author: Rob Weddle
I'm 56 years old (egad), and have lived through not only chronic, debilitating pain and depression (including one suicide attempt), but the first moonwalk, Watergate (lost a lot of sleep over that one in first grade, I can tell ya), the deaths of Elvis, Bon Scott, Kurt Cobain and many others, and, finally the births and deaths of disco, 80s "hair metal" (WOOHOO!) and 90s grunge (BOO). My creative muse has been using his dang ball peen hammer and tap-tap-tapping on the chamber door of my spirit for several months now, begging to slink out of his hole and get some fresh air. Thus, I shall let him out and see what type of damage he can do. Blessings, and glad you're here.
October 26, 2017
Pain Med Addiction Recovery – Day One
I am a day-and-a-half into my recovery from a two-decade-long dependency on prescription pain medication. I've come too far to turn back now. I cannot go back...
October 25, 2017
The Haunting Darkness of Regret
Don’t stay dormant and stew in your midnight-haunting regret. It is imperative you move on. Take a lesson from our family motto (of which my daughter and I both have tattoos): "No fear of the future, no regrets of the past."
October 19, 2017
Letter to the 1970-Me
"It's gonna be a tough road, for sure, but you can handle it. Nobody will think to tell you this, but you're much tougher than what you give yourself credit for. Yeah, there'll be setbacks, disappointments and pain, but overall, you're in for a wild ride, kid."
October 17, 2017
Those Glowing Souls
I’ll admit I’ve never been much of a smiler. Pain and fatigue are no excuse for me not having that type of spirit, Lord, and I’m sorry. I will try to work on that.
October 15, 2017
Choose Peace Not War
I love the wondrous variety of our country's melting pot, but not everyone shares that opinion. But you know what? I can't control everybody, I can only control MY actions...
October 13, 2017
Broken People 