Time would heal my wounds, and courage would eventually merge the pieces of my soul. Before God was my everything, I was a floating vessel in search of solid ground.
The impact of addiction on a family is substantial.
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?
The state and federal prison systems are no place to tackle the mental illness crisis plaguing our country. They exacerbate the problems. If someone already feels isolated, suicidal, anxiety-prone, or hallucinogenic, imagine the escalation that happens behind bars.
There was relief
In the final sigh..
When surrender felt
Like breath of life..
...when you reflect compassion in this wisdom, when you love yourself in your own imperfections, when you love and accept others in theirs, you will find peace.
Though I prayed and prayed, there was no miracle. This was my new life. I had to accept it and learn how to just be.
..Mouthing words unknown.
Faithful in presence..
Obedient to direction..
Addiction destroys relationships. It constructs walls of doubt and will spin one false storyline after another. Loss ushers in an unfamiliar grief cycle.
A mother's journey through a child's addiction.