Alone – By Jessica Donovan

    Where were you when I was sitting alone in the parking lot of the motel we called home? Where were you when I picked up that needle and stuck myself with it? Where were you? You knew he had HIV/AIDS. I used to cry and feel so lonely without you there. So I would go outside and play by myself. In the parking lot of the motel we lived in. Where the heroin needle lay. The one my HIV infected uncle likely dropped on his way in. I never knew where you were but when you found me sitting on the asphalt with a needle sticking out of my thumb that got your attention. Crisis averted, I didn’t get infected. Lucky for me, not you. All I ever wanted was you to be there but you always left me alone or sent me away. I didn’t understand. I… Continue reading

Mother Warriors – By Heidi Houle

They say that Warriors fight in faraway countries and distant shores, they are heroes and that is true they protect our freedom and we thank you. Mother Warriors are of a different breed, we have no training or general to take the lead. Our enemy is drugs, addiction, a disease, a despicable one! Our battle is saving our daughters, our sons. There are no rules to guide us in this struggle, it’s one day at a time and still our own lives we must juggle. We have ups and downs and shed many tears, but we have grown stronger over the year’s. Sadly we are still losing loved ones every day but we continue to fight, continue to pray. To all those battling this horrific disease there is always hope you can break free, you are not alone we do not judge, for a Mother Warriors greatest weapon is our… Continue reading

Dear Judgy Lady On Facebook – By Elizabeth Ann

Dear judgy lady on facebook, I read the article you shared on narcan. Your opinion and commentary made my pulse pound and my face flush. I was angry, but after a few minutes passed I didn’t want to punch you in the face anymore. My heart softened towards you, because I know you just don’t get it. You are so lucky and I am envious of that. I wish more than anything else that I didn’t get it either. I never wanted to and as much as I think you suck for saying what you did, I hope you never have to. You see, I know something you don’t know. I have lived it, walked it and most importantly survived it, while you sit on the other end of a computer content in your ignorance. I hear that it is bliss. I made a decision early on in life not… Continue reading

A Message Of Hope From An Addicts Mom

September has been coined National Recovery month, and I’m wanting to sound my horn, shout out from the hills, and set off fireworks, now, and each February 12th. This February will be TEN years for which my daughter, Amanda, has been in recovery! Recovery from all drugs and alcohol. Ten years of a peaceful, rewarding life for her, and her family. And for me. It hasn’t always been like this though, as there were ten long and grueling years prior to this tranquility and joy, whereby I thought nearly every day, that I’d lose her. Well meaning friends saying I needn’t worry, that she’d outgrow it. Me, scared sleepless, fearing the worst. At the sweet young age of 14, my daughter was tempted by the evil hand of a fate so cruel, so dehumanizing, so frightening. Drugs of almost any kind, and alcohol entered her not fully grown mind, and… Continue reading

Don’t Try To Rationalize With A Drug Brain – By Gerry Standard

  The best advice I can give when trying to deal with a person you love more than anything in this world, but who’s entire being is being controlled by chemicals is contained in the following ten points.   Do not try to rationalize with a drug brain, you will never win. You would make more progress by beating your head against the wall.   Do not state the obvious, you need a job, you will never amount to anything, you are throwing your life away, etc. remember job equals money equals drugs. Get them clean first then the job will come.   When the addict tries to pick a fight and tell you every wrong thing you ever did, do not respond and most importantly do not belive it. It is what I call the drug game, pick a fight, say bad things, you respond, it escalates, they get… Continue reading