There is always hope.
That tug. You know. Like a little lasso wrapped around your heart. A pulling. Persistently drawing you closer to the edge. Beckoning, Enticing you to step on up, captivating you with an intense, burning desire to peer over the edge of your personal precipice. A not so formal invitation to take a deep breath and … More JUMP
She’s not going to pretend as she sits there typing, deleting, and retyping her text to you, angrily pecking away at the keyboard, that the bitterness inside her doesn’t want to just well up and explode all over you. That she doesn’t want to cover you with all the pain and anger that you tossed … More YOU COULD HAVE
“We’re only as sick as the secrets we keep.” This saying may be known well by those in A.A, but many don’t know that it is quite likely a rephrasing of a quote, “You are your secrets” which was written by O. Hobart Mowrer. He was an early 20th century professor of psychology, and he … More Secrets
Walking along a familiar path, mind racing, thoughts churning, I was in a big hurry to go nowhere really fast. I wanted an answer, needed an answer, was praying for an answer. The decision to make a decision loomed over me, hovering, almost suffocating, and no matter which way I turned along this path, the … More Freed
Those words. Saturated with venom. Flooded with malice. Soaked with hate. Telling you that you are not good enough. Dripping. Words splashing, falling, dropping, dripping. Making a mess of everything. Drip. Drip. Drip. The constant, never ending sound of leaking poison, echoing in the mind. Sometimes so loudly you feel you are going to go … More Broken
The world is never as it seems, and definitely never as it should be. Nature has a brilliantly unpredictable way of turning everything upside down just before righting itself again. Then, we have people who can be confusing and totally misleading. Perhaps it even seems as if the humans who should be on our side … More Paint Me Happy
She sits in darkness. Quiet. Nothing seems to be moving, not time, not her circumstances, not her life. She feels buried, covered, and small. Yet, she knows something is changing. On the surface, nothing seems to be happening, but underneath, everything is happening. Beyond what the eye can see, something is being watered, protected, sheltered … More Bloom
