Can we just pass on into January and let this time float into the unknown?
The best question I read was, “Where do I end and the other person begins?”
For some, the safe love is for their own heart and wellness- because the stress of their loved one’s addiction has caused true illness- heart disease, high blood pressure, mental illness due to-anxiety, drastic mood shifts, and mental sickness from the occasional life saved from overdose, right there in your living room or bathroom.
The waves are coming in heavier and higher than where I spent the weekend. It reminds me of the waves of raw emotions and circumstances that invade my life. There’s either a gentle breeze or a severe storm. Whichever one arrives, I’ve learned to brace for impact.
Listen to one mom’s letter of praise and gratitude for one son’s fight to live!
It’s never selfish to say enough. Especially with those people who have limited insight into boundaries and their ability to drain others. A tired soul will abandon living in the way God intended. Their gifts feel like burdens because they become so depleted by the energy of others. We all need a place of rest …
Addiction has the power and speaks louder than even the world. The reality is beyond our realm into a prison we cannot comprehend. A place we can’t go.
Stress is powerful. My physical health suffered as a direct result of my emotional and mental collapse. I was sick. I dealt with blood pressure issues, stomach problems, migraines, aches and pains- ALL from fear and anxiety associated with an addiction I NEVER had!
In hoping to help her brother, my daughter once told me, “Take him to the graveyard and force him to pick his plot. Because it’s either death, jail, or treatment.”
“To Become” Have I become a wretched soul Emotions held in grips untold. For pain has faltered And despair discreet, Of darkened hearts in tragedy. And while no tears escape, I shutter in fear of Satan’s fate, Of lost souls in temporary hold. There’s jealousy of addictions grasp, That holds a hand I held last. …