Within addiction, I grasp the realness of a complex problem. Outside of addiction, in the every day hurt of drinking enough to hurt those around you, I am lost.
Their Addiction- My Journey- A Confusing Truth
Poetry -Empty
..Beating her in and out. And there flying free, Her dreams escape her now. As morning sun arises, And newness hollers, "Free!" Lies the skeleton of survival, No longer needed or in need.
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Random Thoughts – It All Seems so Little Now
I never thought I would one day live through something we've only read about in history books. I hoped I wouldn't. Yet, here we are. The world has come to a halt.
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Their Addiction~My Journey- Where Did I Go Wrong?
The impact of addiction on a family is substantial.
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Five Minute Friday- Prompt Word “Experience”
No, I am not a hero. My experiences are cringe-worthy. Navigating God's purpose in the aftermath isn't always easy. Who am I, and why me?
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Lost & Found- Open Letter to My Daughter
In a few days, you have to leave for half the year. Tonight, it hit me hard. Our long nights snoring side by side, you on the chair and ottoman and me on the couch, are coming to an end.
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Mental Health ~The Journal #67-Anxiety, Day One
My struggle in anxiety is the complete loss of control. I can work my thoughts in depression and mania, but anxiety has proven to take the upper hand in the past.
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Five Minute Friday- Prompt Word “Life”
Life happens to us all. I admit I pouted more than I should. As a non-crier, I cried a few times. I begged God to end this cycle, and we fought in the canyons of hopelessness. He won.
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Mental Health ~The Journal #66, Deflated
For fear of losing myself, I take time to get in my head and to lift my spirits through the strength of Jesus Christ. On my own, I fail to save myself. I know this, so I fight to reach in and surrender.
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Poetry- Morning Hope
When I see the rays of light beam from eastern, darkened skies.. And watch radiant colors fill the space My heart warms and life embrace. Every streak a promise to be, for new beginnings awakened from sleep. And treasures will come, hope will rise, when I stop to admire His beautiful skies.
Lisa @ Authentic Truths 