My parents have been gone over twenty years, my youngest sister only six. I list all of them as victims of drugs and alcohol. I continue to grieve their loss.
Early in recovery, I spent a lot of time removing my masks; the masks I wore were to cover my pain and my lies and my hurt. This was necessary because I spent so long wearing masks to… Read More
“You are so strong.” “You are such a survivor.” “You must be so thankful to have come through so much.” It was an innocent enough start to a conversation with a family member this week and yet those… Read More
My little sister is an addict; a full-blown, non-stop, can’t see the rock bottoms she’s hitting, heroin addict. It makes my heart hurt. The last time I saw her, I was embarrassed, ashamed, and afraid. That was over a… Read More