I did an event for the Regional YMCA Leader’s Club Rally. Leader’s Club is a club for teens. I so enjoyed myself. I asked the rally coordinator, Janice, for feedback. Since it
Wow. I did it. First draft. By no means done but for the most part I had a working draft! Once I got started, I just went with it. Now the part where I need to market it to publishers. But first figure out which ones I might like to work with.
The book is co-written by my late son, Charles
Third time is the charm right? The first go ’round we got reviewed. Which is super news. So many NIDA (National Institute of Drugs and Alcohol) grants just get kicked out and getting reviewed is a big deal. This grant is over 200 pages. How many pages did I do? Maybe 6? This time I just
It’s no surprise that I get messages here and on social media from people struggling with thoughts of suicide. And from parents suffering from a loss or with the active addiction or mental illness of a loved one.
So where do I draw the line? Draw my boundaries?
The truth is, I can only do
After about 16 months of sobriety, a good friend relapsed. I was worried when I had not heard from him. But then with some investigation, we discovered what we hoped we wouldn’t. Relapse. It happens as part of this disease.
Since his phone is broken, we can’t reach out that way. I
So we’re going to do an exercise. We’re going to take all that guilt and package it up and send it away into the universe.
You ready? Here we go.
All of you who feel guilty because you may have misjudged that shifting line of enabling or rescuing your loved one’s as it relates
Arm yourself with a kleenex. You’ll need it. This is an uplifting story!
This program that helps individual kids is not flashy. It doesn’t touch hundreds or even thousands. Because of that, it’s often less popular to grant funders due to the small footprint. Despite the
By Ms. Dawn Burton
My son Jeffrey Scott Maurer II, Jethrow to most, struggled with depression and drug addiction for many years and lost his battle. I always thought I would get “the call” but I thought he would OD.
Never in a million years did I think he would kill himself when he
by Jenny Derr
The effects of substance use disorder are so widespread, it truly is like throwing a brick in a pond – the ripples seemingly keep coming, a new one appearing as another moves out. That’s how the loss of Billy feels.
I often think of those beyond our immediate family who loved him
I visited Cosby High School Health Science Students in Chesterfield County and presented on a topic no one wants to talk about: mental illness, addiction and suicide.
I told them my personal story about Charles. Actually, I