"OK, Lord, here I am. Now, where am I?" Continue the journey through a mother's experience with a loved ones addiction. Once you surrender and let go of what you don't know and can't control, you feel lost. Faith will light neon signs to help you see, you need only ask.
Quick Reflections- Holiday Blues
Can we just pass on into January and let this time float into the unknown?
Poetry- “Temporary Place”
One day, I will go home.
Poetry- Hiding in Sight
Interpreting sadness.
Bipolar Living- Speechless
Is this a meltdown of sorts? For the first time in my life, I am crying out to myself- not a doctor, not family, not even God. I am internally wailing at myself to wake up, to feel, to live. Yet, I have zero response in me.


