July 2015: 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, disappointment, fear, and worry. In the blink of an eye, the days so carefully counted have... Continue Reading →
A page from my journal. It’s happy. The feeling, that is. As the mother of an addict, it can best be described as the kind of happy that can only come from experiencing the deepest heartache. With the deepest sense... 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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