A talk about the real challenge of staying hopeful against the raw reality of family addiction.
Poetry- “Temporary Place”
One day, I will go home.
Their Addiction ~ My Journey, “Injured on the Sideline”
begin to make plans for their future, I wonder why my kids never believed they should do the same. We are told not to ask, but I can't let go of the questions, "What did I do wrong?.. Could I have done more to help them?.. Didn't I teach them confidence?" I could go on. What happened here?
My Memories- Was I Worth It?
The abuse left a stain on her tender heart, and her mind twisted from the games of an evil man. Worse, she felt dirty and unnecessary, like a garage rag that came in handy but was left lying around like trash.