Letting go was forfeiting my need to be some part of their savior.
Their Addiction-My Journey, “Letting Go”
My Memories- Was I Worth It?
The abuse left a stain on her tender heart, and her mind twisted from the games of an evil man. Worse, she felt dirty and unnecessary, like a garage rag that came in handy but was left lying around like trash.
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Their Addiction ~ My Journey, “The Demons of Addiction”
We woke to crashing and movement of furniture. I quickly ran upstairs and listened at my daughters door. She was screaming, "Let me out of here!" With caution, I approached her door and began to turn the handle. It wasn't locked, I'm not even sure it has a lock. There was my daughter, on her knees, fighting the lockless handle, to escape her room.
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Bipolar Jornal #80, “Broken Restored”
I tried to be the strong warrior for all, in fact my words were still fierce and meaningful. Unfortunately, the auto pilot mechanism of helping others, never applied to me.
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Poetry- The Dark Side of Anxiety
When anxiety tramples your night.
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Poetry – A Loved Ones Release
God's love will lead us to step aside. His parenting must come first.
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Their Addiction ~ My Journey, “I Dried Her Hair”
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw us in that bathroom, her eyes closed and mine filled with pain. Will she ever know the depths of my love? Who knew God would use a moment blow drying her hair to bring about a profound reminder of hope.
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Poetry-The Warriors Cry
I hear the warriors crying out in broken words, but free. All for love, they call upon, the power to rescue me.
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Their Addiction ~ My Journey, “Fleeing the Prison”
You cannot love others as yourself if you do not love yourself first.
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Bipolar life- The Journal #79, No one knows..
I want to go home, get out, be done, leave this world. It holds nothing for me. The world has been a pain in my ass from the get go.
