T is for Trust

Trust is such a small but powerful word. I’m sure I’m not the first person to observe that the word rust is wrapped up in there. That’s what happened to some of us, isn’t it? The trust eroded away to expose the rust. Sometimes slowly. Other times battered by hurricane force winds. All that was left were rusted shells of our former selves. Can we come back from that damage? Yes. It’s not easy and it takes both people in the relationship to make that happen.

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R is for Regrets

When we’re active in our disease, we tend to be self-centered. The world revolves around us and for me, it revolved around my next bump of blow. If you stood in my way of that than I was quick to cut you out of my life. If I didn’t remove you then I lied to you. No matter who you were. Mom, dad, sibling. I didn’t care. You were an obstacle to me getting high so if it meant a fib here and there, I didn’t even bat an eye or feel an ounce of remorse as I spun my web of deceit. After all, my drugs numbed my pain, what was one more thing to numb?


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