A skeleton with skin draped over his bones stands before me almost unrecognizable, except for his kind, blue eyes begging for someone to show him mercy. The tattered flannel shirt swallows his once muscular body. He has created his own personal Hell and his demons have forced everyone away. He has hurt too many people,... Continue Reading →
Suffering Teaches Persistence
Part 1 “Get through your fear to see through the beauty on the other side.”- The Good Dinosaur I went to my women’s group last night, and the woman speaking said, “suffering teaches persistence.” One of the lessons I learned through my dad’s addiction was persistence. I have always been an overachiever and felt like... Continue Reading →
Lesson 2-Loyalty
Somewhere along the line a ‘little’ thing called loyalty became very important to me. Because of my hypersensitivity to it, I’ve realized that our society is honoring this idea less and less. Some of the people that I come in contact with on a daily basis are lacking this character trait altogether. It has become... Continue Reading →
Memoir Project…Just a Glimpse
A skeleton with skin draped over his bones stands before me almost unrecognizable, except for his kind, blue eyes begging for someone to show him mercy. The tattered flannel shirt swallows his once muscular body. He has created his own personal Hell and his demons have forced almost everyone away. He has damaged too much,... Continue Reading →
Lesson 1…Truth is Subjective
It is impossible to tell the truth from a lie when dealing with an addict. I don’t even know when the addiction really even started. As early as I can remember, my dad always had a beer in his hand, but that was just normal to me. Everyone drinks beer, right? A thirty pack... Continue Reading →
My Dad’s Addiction Made Me a Better Person
I should have written this a long time ago when the feelings were raw, but I didn’t, so here I am trying to bring back the painful memories of loving a drug addict. My hero, my rock, my safe place turned into my fears, my anxiety, my Hell. My dad. My dad was the hardest... Continue Reading →
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