This has been a long day, and one I hope to forget soon. I know that is not the answer- but some days it just seems to be easier to wish such foolish things, if even for a brief second.
Run, little girl, run. Straight to the precipice down below. Run, run, as far as you can No where else to go.
Heroin, alcohol, pot- how did we get here?
We each bring fragments of brokenness into the arena of healing, and together, we claim victories on multiple levels. If ever one thinks they are alone, they would be wrong.