Their Addiction – My Journey, “Painful Truth”

Today, I admit my loss, and it's not you, it is me. My identify is gone, and my will to live is slowly dwindling to nothing. I moved from the joy of living to hate of breathing.

My Memories- Chosen Self

The athlete, the competitor, flaunter, tease, academic, worker, they all found time to be present. In experiencing life with all these spirits, I learned a great deal about compassion, pain, and cries from within. What others didn't see, I saw magnified.

My Memories- Glimpse the Sadness

...Unfortunately, every night became a haunted nightmare, and to survive, I closed my eyes and flew away. With my baby sister in the bunk bed below me, I endured the torture, hopeful he would leave her alone. I would shed a tear in the darkness and whisper in my mind, "don't move… don't move..don't wake up…don't see.."

Poetry- Resolved In Fire

Conversations cease

In quiet ravines

And distance closes gaps.

I am Pluto.

You the sun.

To address how far we've run.

The daily addict

The daily life of an addict in recovery

Walk In Integrity

Vincit Qui Se Vincit

Unlocking Adulthood

All to know about Adulthood:. Adulthood and money; Adulthood and love; Adulthood and religion; Adulthood and sex; Adulthood and pets; Adulthood and addiction; Adulthood and friends; Adulthood and relationships; Adulthood and travel; and many more

I Am My Own Island

Because We all need to find a way to live with ourselves

TheEnlightenedMind622

Open Your Mind

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