Seven Insufficient Shelters

The last photo I took in Sri Lanka.

I haven’t written anything, even a little thing, that I liked, even a little bit, since I stopped drinking before writing months ago. Sometimes, when I’m reading quietly before bed or standing in scalding shower water, remembering how to feel, I let my deepest fear creep in. What if I never do, again?

I confessed to my new counselor that sometimes when I didn’t have the time to find erotica or get into the sexual…