Frigid fog Relentlessly rising From warm mother Loyal as a dog Turns to ice When it touches my skin Promises spliced Into lapsed life Secrets buried Flashback of Drugged days Bitter taste Anemic amnesiac Miss you Let’s get together soon Sweet solicitations Remember me Drown me Choking on vows Cotton in my mouth Rabid teeth … Continue reading Under the Influence
Another great read for those who have experienced trauma and addiction. By Nikki Coffelt, PhD How I Got to Know the Gods and the Demons so Well
From the heavens Came a baby That wasn’t meant to be A miracle, a blessing A gift from the gods Sacrificed Cursed Orphaned While the gods smiled Their task complete Left her in hands Of those meant to take Forgetting that miracles Need nourishment And looking after Selfish hands by nature Forsaking nurture For debts … Continue reading Straight to Hell
A wonderful idea for parenting teens!
Friends, as most of you know, I get to spend an hour each week with a group of young people going through addiction recovery. Yes. Young people. I’m talking teenagers who are locked away for at least six months as they learn to overcome their addictions. I’m always humbled and honored to get this time with these beautiful young souls that have been so incredibly assaulted by a world they have yet to understand. This also comes with the bittersweet knowledge that these kids still have a fighting chance while several of my friends have already had to bury their own children.
Recently I asked these kids a simple question: “How many of you have found yourself in situations where things started happening that you weren’t comfortable with, but you stuck around, mainly because you felt like you didn’t have a way out?”
They all raised their hands.
Every single…
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It started with a handful of pills. I waited, crying, chain smoking, absorbing every ounce of euphoria into my essence, begging, praying that it would stay. Stay with me for 30 days. I didn’t want to use. I didn’t want to be sober. I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to live. It ended … Continue reading Fall to my Knees
I have no idea how I am still standing. How is it even possible to keep going when I am carrying so much? I beg my husband to tell me the truth. There has to be something more wrong with me, something I just can't see. I mean, besides what is obvious to me. I … Continue reading I’m a loser, baby.
