When anxiety tramples your night.
Poetry- The Dark Side of Anxiety
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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Mental Health~ 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.
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A Safer Soul
Through the storm..We can find peace.
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My Memories- “To Run Away”
You see, the beauty of earth was constant and never hurt me. It wrapped me in a warm embrace and welcomed me with a power beyond men.
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Poetry-Addictions Mom
When momma mothers addiction.
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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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Mental Health-~ 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.
Lisa @ Authentic Truths 