Their Addiction-My Journey- The Road to Recovery

How do we love those who not only appear unlovable in their mess but also hate us in it, as well? I had dodged fists and verbal attacks, put up bail money (only once), picked up my grand-kids from a ravaged house with a passed out mom, and cleaned out more hidden empty bottles than I can count. Still, the pain I felt when the handcuffs went on killed me. The hopelessness was burning through my soul the way Satan enjoys.

Vox Meditantis

Reflections from the Threshold of Reason and Feeling

Memoirs of Madness

A place where I post unscripted, unedited, soulless rants of a insomniac madman

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Code with Smooth Strokes

Retro Dad SA

Retro Gaming, Positive Fatherhood, Proudly South African

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Quiet the Chaos, Honor Your Story

Lost And Found in Travel

My experiences in regards to travel and everything in between.

Peace & Truth

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Grace Filled Moments

| Just Me Traversing Through the Wilderness of an Everyday Mess and Finding Beauty From Ashes and a Little Grace Along the Way |

lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown

Reflections on Life through poetry, essays and photos