I wrote this piece on Medium. It was very hard for me to confess this addiction I have, but I hope it is the first step to freedom.
I Quit Heroin, but I Can’t Quit My Phone
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Love You Enough to Live for You
When I was 15, I was in a “residential treatment center”. Basically, I lived with other teen girls in a big house and we went to school and therapy together. It was actually a very nice one (thanks mom). But the point of this story is this- one day during group therapy we were talking [...]
Choose Life
As I cope with the lingering physical (hello, exhaustion!) and mental (hello, irritability!) effects of withdrawal from suboxone, my thoughts have turned to this process of recovery. Specifically, the spiritual implications of recovery. The Bible often presents us with two divergent paths. We are given a choice. Do we want the world, or do we [...]
Insomnia; Poem
Too tired to write, but my mind is filled, with thoughts and revelations, to spill. So many years I woke up, with a pill, getting closer to freedom- I know that I will. Changes bring memories, that rise up like foam, on the waves- chaotic- of places I'm from. The voices can be greater, -hypocrite, [...]
What Does Sex Trafficking Really Look Like? A Survivor’s Perspective.
I was listening to Cyntoia Brown speak about her experiences as a teenage sex trafficking victim, and she explained how she did not realize she was a victim at first. In fact, it took her years before she understood she was taken advantage of and harmed by adults. This may fly in the face of [...]
One Flesh- A Poem on love, hurt, and faith
One Flesh Keep the flowers on the vine Wait through the winter the sun comes out in time Love is sacrificial Bodies on the pyre What isn't swept away with water gets purified with fire One Flesh Like the sinews connecting flesh to the bone Keep me in your clutches so you never feel alone [...]
Almost Winter – Poem
The brown bark of the trees look nearly black from the heavy rain soaking their branches The top of the trees reach skyward like long, bony hands against the almost-winter slate sky The sun has risen just now but the gray covers it's brilliance My baby presses close to me for morning milk And I [...]
