When momma mothers addiction.
Poetry-Addictions Mom
Their Addiction – My Journey, “Lord, Help Me”
Addiction is a battle we fight within though it is outwardly instigated. As a mother I question everything I say, think, feel, and do because someone out there thinks, says, feels, and does whatever they please.
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Bipolar Life- The Journal #78 “Where I Exist, I must Live”
My year was not consumed by Covid, it was consumed by jail, drugs, alcohol, and mental decline- not of me, but of those around me. Internalizing their issues has been my downfall, and I still don't know how to overcome the battle.
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Bipolar Life- From Feeling Nothing to Feeling Christ
In today's world, it is not uncommon for feelings to rule. If I look back on my life, it has been this way for a long time. I cannot say it was always this way. Generations before me experienced feelings in situations, dealing with them, then letting them go. Life went on, and hurt or …
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Poetry- Souls Retreat
..take this world, and give me Jesus..
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Their Addiction -My Journey, “Will You Make It?”
They may not make it out alive. I already found my daughter unresponsive in a suicide attempt, so I am numb to the scenario, yet in fear. As a parent, you never want to accept your child might die, but I acknowledge this painful truth.
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Their Addiction – My Journey, “Painful Truth”
Today, I admit my loss, and it's not you, it is me. My identify is gone, and my will to live is slowly dwindling to nothing. I moved from the joy of living to hate of breathing.
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My Memories -Choices Matter
The most powerful words in existence are choice and choose. These two words lend to every triumph and trial we face.
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Bipolar Life- The Journal # (I have no clue)
(It is #77) What the hell am I doing? I rarely cuss. I hate it, to be honest. If it leaves my mouth, my patience is fried. I may be there today. I watched a movie early this morning. A sappy love film. "How long have you been married? Do you really even know who …
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My Memories- Chosen Self
The athlete, the competitor, flaunter, tease, academic, worker, they all found time to be present. In experiencing life with all these spirits, I learned a great deal about compassion, pain, and cries from within. What others didn't see, I saw magnified.
