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Have you been thinking of sharing your story? Telling yours gives others the courage to share theirs. And telling yours helps you heal, and grow. Stories about recovery, grief from a drug-related loss, or someone who died from mental illness helps break the stigma.

How to share your emotionally naked story? I don’t want it to be a story you have published elsewhere. Here are the guidelines. Let me know if you are ready. And I’ll help edit.

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Out of the evil, dark and painful, our job is to make flowers grow

It is in the little things that we do, that we shape the lives of our children – without realizing the impact. Once done, these actions can never be undone and all we can hope for is that they will find it in their hearts to forgive us – eventually. We pass the stage when “sorry” just doesn’t cut it. They’re angry for they’ve carried the heavy burden of adult sin with them since the age of, in our case, 10.

I used to think that our sequence of events (like a plot in a horror movie) began approximately five … Read more...

P.K. Hill’s Letter of Gratitude

by P.K. Hill

6.9.2020 –If only book acknowledgments could be this long……💜💜

Dear Tara and Branka, and all the survivors who in different ways have helped me stay true on the healing path…

It is difficult to put into words how grateful I am to you. I have spent my entire life searching for a way to become whole and to heal from the violence of childhood sexual abuse and rape which fragmented my soul and messed with my spiritual balance changing the trajectory of my life forever. My childhood, family, and faith were taken from me in the dark … Read more...

Len’s poem

by Len

Sadness, beyond measure,
You will not leave,
My mind is yours to keep,
I loathe the weakness …

Sorrow, aching, and present,
You dwell inside,
My intellect powerless,
I despair over the struggle …

Shame, in losing the fight,
You shred one’s dignity,
My spirit again incarcerated,
I can see the dark …

Suffering, malignant thought,
You defeat and eviscerate,
My life thus made hollow,
I have become something else …

Sanity, once at hand but not,
You beg for certitude,
My body seeks safe harbor,
I find only savage seas …

Note: Len has been writing to Read more...

Mrs. Taylor

by P.K. Hill

Monday, I went to the park and sat on a bench and took photographs of anything that moved and quite a few things that did not move. The day was glorious. Seventy-seven degrees Fahrenheit and not a tinge of my arch enemy, humidity. The sky was as blue as a robin’s egg and dotted with occasional fluffy white clouds and a host of birds; birds that swooped, soared, and skimmed the surface of the ponds catching flies in midair. I needed the break. 

This is a good time to thank the followers of Pk for your support … Read more...

Little Girl

by Donel Raum

the pirate in peter pan

A Little girl stared out the window
And watched the cars pass on her street
Thinkin’ about a bedtime story
Of a girl she longed to meet
And a boy who’d often visit her
And say little one
come take my hand
Come fly with me
And you will see
What its like in Neverland

Wendy can you hear me
Do you see me when I cry
Can you share with me
your happy thoughts
Can you teach me how to fly
Would peter and his lost boys
Help me fight old Captain Hook
Cause I’m tired … Read more...

The grief of my brother’s suicide

by Nida Fatima (An author living in India)

Farooqui

Today it’s been 10 years since my brother Farooqui’s death. Although it’s been a long time, I have not forgotten him. It’s so painful to remember his last moment. Because I was the only one of the family who was with him, taking care of him.

He lived with major depression and attempted suicide many times. But every time he survived because I was keeping an eye on him every single minute. 

Because he was spiritually bonded with, he always shared his ups and downs with me in the last … Read more...

Separation, connection and my son’s death by drug overdose

by Sara Daves

Trey Wykle

Intro

I wrote this talk in 2019 when I was asked to speak at CARE Talks at the McShin Foundation, a peer-to-peer recovery center in Richmond, Va.

I feel these words are especially important now, considering all the world is going through. We are witnessing yet another wave of major division – in many ways, and for many reasons.

My son’s life taught me how our societal structures perpetuate separation through shame. It’s the easiest way to divide and conquer and establish control. What if we could leave the old paradigm of blame and … Read more...

A Post-Traumatic Growth Story From a Suicide Loss Survivor

How to Move Forward After Being Left Behind

by Jason Holzer

On May 8, 2003, my life would change forever. As I woke up and got ready to go to school that day, I noticed my mother was crying. It looked as if she had been crying for a while. When I asked what was wrong, she claimed it to be a stomach ache, immediately I felt there was something much deeper going on than that.  

She was also rushing us to get to school that day, another unusual clue that something just wasn’t right.  I was only 17 at … Read more...

I am 13 years clean and still working on recovery

by P.K. Hill

Sunday Prayer. Gratitude. StepWork and a frozen ice cube tray of unexpressed feelings.

After 40 years of hanging out in the rooms of recovery dealing with my alcohol and drug addiction and with the guidance of my therapist I am connecting the final puzzle pieces of my relapses.

My relapses have always been connected to my feelings of loss and grief, fear and anger…and physical pain…but I did not want to go there. Grief over a stolen childhood and the devastating loss of family and friends who, like me, and though it was etched deeply into my … Read more...