The poem is biographical, deeply personal, dark, and self-deprecating (but not at all in a humorous way). I remember crying when I read the poem for the first time; it broke my heart and made me so sad to read how my depressed and addicted son actually felt about himself.
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Becoming A Conduit of Change; 3-Step Guide (I have decided to do something new and will release each …
Continue Reading As I write this blog post, my 24-year-old son—a former heroin user who is in recovery—has been clean …
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Many people are aware of the dangers that come with all types of eating disorders, but especially anorexia …
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Bum, loser, their own fault, lacking character, aren’t trying hard enough, bad parents. I have seen and heard …
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Everyone was so proud of me and for probably one of the first times in my life, I was proud of myself. Running was such an incredible experience. Yet again I proved to myself that anything is possible if I stay sober and close to God. I can’t wait to run my next race!
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