There is no perfect mom out there. You will never convince me there is. There is only love.
"I'm doing all I can to get through my own struggle."
We are the voice of insanity- functioning within a cycle of repetitiveness. We flap our little flippers in hopes we never drown by the hand of a child we love.
This battle eats at your core and terrorizes your mind. If left unchecked, you become a victim of their war.
Addiction is a lethal whirlwind- long before the heart stops, the individual disappears.
The impact of addiction on a family is substantial.
When mental illness meets addiction, death happens.
Heroin, alcohol, pot- how did we get here?
A few words on grief and loss.
There was relief
In the final sigh..
When surrender felt
Like breath of life..