My story of recovery isn’t a new one, it’s just one of the many of us fighting our way out of the dark. I say the dark because I quite literally don’t remember years…about 12-14 to be exact, of my life. Recreationally I started using Xanax at about 18. I loved it. It made me […]
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The problem with dead people isn’t that they aren’t here, it’s that they’re everywhere. The truth in this wisdom, conveyed by an old friend, was the reason I had found myself a new therapist with Jungian tendencies. I was looking to put an end to the stretches of sleepless nights, the recurring feelings of déjà […]
When my son was only 5 years old, he had his first in-patient psychiatric hospital stay. I was told at the time that he was one of, if not the youngest patient they had ever had. Many people condemned and criticized my decision to seek medical help. I needed help, my son needed help, and […]
But the thing is I am more than a bag of bones. I am more than my weight, and you are too. If my story inspired at least one person, then I have achieved my goal.
I’m comfortable, wrapped in a cocoon of fine linen and soft surroundings but it’s real. I could smell the blood in the air, taste pennies and feel the aches of impacts throughout my body. I could hear echoes off the thick metal walls and feel heat radiating all around me like the refraction from a […]
I painted this right after the death of my mother. I was feeling very lonely and missed her a lot. I cried during the process of painting this. When it was complete, it helped me accept the fact that she was gone and made me feel that her presence will always be with me. It […]
1. The tragedy- When I was 3, my 13 year old aunt was tragically murdered in front of our house. A teenager came by on a skateboard, shot her in the head, and rode away. 2. The downward spiral- My family had been falling apart before my sister was murdered. But after her murder, any […]