This Christian momma is tired- but here sits another experience in the travels of addiction. I learned it can’t be me, I can’t save, fix, or carry the weight of an addiction I don’t have.
Their Addiction ~My Journey- “A Year Now”
I had reached my end. A year ago, everything changed. Not because you chose recovery, but because I did.
Quick Reflections- Stop the Pity Party
You worked every angle to get your way. We worked every opportunity to help you live.
Their Addiction~My Journey: Detach with Love
The best question I read was, “Where do I end and the other person begins?”
Their Addiction ~My Journey, “Don’t Die”
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.”
Five Minute Friday- Become
“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. …
Their Addiction~My Journey-“The Reality of Living Grief”
. .”It is the awkward space of anticipatory grief (when you know the end is near) and longing for life to return. Here we meet our darkest thoughts and our deepest hope, and it is in the black undercurrent of life they collide.”..
Their Addiction ~My Journey- “In Loving Memory”
“My son overdosed, March 22.” “They found my daughter’s body on February 28. I am so numb.” “I can’t breathe, my baby is gone. #Forever33”
Their Addiction~My Journey- An Addict’s Mom
An addict's mother crying, as the day begins. Endless prayers are rising, her hope speaks to win. But battles are not owned by mothers on the side. And gloves may be on, but never touch the fight.
Poetry-Addictions Mom
When momma mothers addiction.