I wonder how we could prevent the grieving process but unfortunately grieving is necessary when it comes to those we love.
Month: September 2019
Loving and Losing An Addict
The monitors beeping tell us you are still with us. That cold dark feeling tells us you aren’t. Holding your hands, brushing your hair out of your eyes, rubbing your feet…all of desperate just to see you smile again. The only reason why you are still with us is our guilt. That is what keeps…
Desperately seeking salvation
Walking down the gleaming white halls towards ICU it’s like the feelings of all those who walked before you smack you in the chest. You don’t want to keep going but your feet keep pushing you forward. Thankful for the locks between corridors as I try to find the strength to keep going. My husband…
Losing the dance with addiction (and the pieces left behind)
We all know an addict and have witnessed the horrible struggle that resides inside of them. We all have held hope in our heart that they will wake up and see what they are doing and stop. We all know somebody who has overdosed but because the worst outcome isn’t an option for us they…
The Murder of the American Dream and the Rebirth of Hope
“Mike it is hard to realize how a complete nothing, a zero like that, could kill a man like President Kennedy was.” -Jack Ruby Yes it takes some time to read the 650+ pages of “The Death of a President.” It’s like a part of you almost believes that if you read slowly you can…
Love, Life, Loss….9/11 I will never forget.
We all face these moments in our life that will define who we are in the future. At least in those moments that is what it feels like. It is hard to determine what is fate, destiny or just a case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. For as long as…
The Fall of an Era…Or just my marriage…
Letting me know that he only has to invest just enough to make him happy. Nothing more nothing less. Nothing makes a human being crazier than a lack of human touch.
From Pin-Up Dreams to Mothering….
So pinch me in the morning as I want one more night of living this dream!
Diary of madness, diary of hope, diary of utter confusion (and that is alright lol)
So even if my storey only reaches just one. That is the one that matters most. Because you are the one that needed to read this most.
What Pin-Up Means to Me? (and a detour down the rabbit hole)
To me Pin-Up saved my life. After everything that I was going through I found the only thing that made me smile was all the trinkets and vintage dresses from the lil shop across the street.
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