Meet me when I wake up before my prayers so that I can have a smoke...Meet me at the coffee pot so that I can feel the coffee and tons of sugar glide down my throat...Meet me after breakfast while I put on my house and coat...Meet me at lunchtime instead of eating I...
To my fellow travelers: this month marks the tenth anniversary of my brother’s final decision; the incomprehensible decision to end his life. I wrote this poem three years ago and I’m sharing it now to honor my brother and to offer my heart to those experiencing...
White wall with a thin white shelf. on the shelf sits a handmade wooden doll and to her right, handwritten text on the wall reads,“My heart breaks for the girls we were.The women we are are the girls we were.”Sara Z.
En travaillant ma 4ème étape, j’avais identifié une croyance toxique implantée en moi : « Si c’est que pour moi, la merde suffira »… Voilà le niveau de respect de soi auquel j’ai été habituée. Il y a 30 ans, j’avais écrit un poème imprégné de cette croyance comme si...
Gregarious daddy-Monster,the life of the party,addicted to cleverness,always with an answer. Hundreds of friends.Always involved with others.A social butterfly.Admired by everyone else. He achieved physical sobriety.Most of his spare timewas spent at meetings.He made...
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