“Yes I am in recovery, because even though today was hard, I’m choosing to be here tomorrow”
Well I’m gonna try this again, blogging here I come.562 more words
well this morning comes with a load of flash backs to childhood. Great way to spend your Sunday morning!
I think I’ve been triggered because yesterday a letter arrived telling me I’ve got a referral to what my local authority call the “single point access” aka the Psych department. 824 more words
There is a voice that seeks to discourage you.
I hear it when depression creeps like frost over the leaves resigning themselves to death fallen on the autumn soil, and I think: ‘Why live, when waking up is penance and my heart has no home?’ I hear it when my pages miss their mark, or worse, float into silence, ignored, and I think: ‘Why write, when my words fold like paper arrows?’ I hear it now, when a dear friend faces death, body and soul caught in the black maw of relapse and I think: ‘Why get sober, when years of struggle still end in devastation?’ 519 more words