The 3 C’s

Hello everyone! I hope your week is starting off well. As we head into the holidays I would like to share with you a simple concept that so many overlook.  The 3 C’s *You didn’t cause it- it can be easy to question yourself when you are watching someone you love in the grips of … Read more

“When You’re Willing to Feel, You’re Ready to Heal”

Scrolling through Pinterest this morning and I came across this quote: “When you’re willing to feel it, you’re ready to heal it.” If that doesn’t ring true for me, I don’t know what does. This past week has been a roller coaster of emotions. Lots of highs and even a few lows. When I launched … Read more

Mom’s Life

Hey Guys! I’ve always loved writing. Stories, Poetry, Songs- you name it and I enjoy writing about it. Losing my mom was one of the most emotionally grueling things I’ve ever dealt with. I found peace in writing. I privately idolize poetry. The thought it takes to come up with the rhyme and rhythm to … Read more

A Loving Message From Your Addict

Let me take a moment and introduce myself, I’m not your son, your daughter, husband or wife Me, I am the better part – their addiction, I am a mask that hides my true self from you They love me more than anything, and I love them, For their every waking moment is devoted to … Read more

To the Man That I Blamed

When Mom got so deep into addiction, I had to blame somebody. I blamed you. You were her main source for these pills. You helped her Dr. shop; you introduced her to crack (or so I thought), and you cost her-her life. She had a bed in a rehab. She could have gone to detox … Read more

The Mother of a Meth Addict

I don’t know how we got here. I’m not sure when things changed for us. When you’re a mother, you think the worst-case scenario is your daughter marrying a man you don’t approve of. I never took into accountability the power meth could have over my child. I thought of myself as the force to … Read more

My Mother’s Ring

My mother’s ring. It has sat in my jewelry box for the last few years. It’s still broken. I had it repaired when it was given to me eleven years ago. However, it could not be fixed completely. Symbolically, just like my mother. I spent many years as a spectator to my mother’s addiction. Watching as it … Read more