2017 Sometimes it's easier to speak about pain in a riddle. Feeling dizzy there she goes. Taking another spin through the revolving doors, as I fight to stay strong and not fall apart. Rewind to those precious days a short... Continue Reading →
A page from my journal. I'll try to address one of the questions I would get repeatedly in her active addiction. It was one of the most painful. Even reading the question in my head while trying to formulate a... Continue Reading →
A page from my journal. Can you guess what it is? For me, the ugly truth has been discovering that all the horrific things we've heard, read, or seen on tv or in the movies about addiction... are true. It's... Continue Reading →
A page from my journal. It's when I'm alone with my thoughts that I'm the most vulnerable. The silence is deafening when it surfaces feelings of heartache, sadness and worry. In the blink of an eye, the days so carefully... Continue Reading →
A page from my journal. Hi sweetheart, my beautiful girl. Where, oh where are you? I pray that you are okay, ... safe. I'm sitting here thinking about you, remembering vividly the day you were born. The moment you came... Continue Reading →
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