
Spilled Granola
The sun was beating down on my rented black Nissan Ultima as I pulled into the gas station. The temperature was going to reach a
Parents fiercely love their children and those who’ve been enslaved in the bondage of addiction are no exception.
Although we would do anything to change the trajectory of this affliction; we soon find out we are unable to actively force our desires onto others.
I started this blog to help myself and others learn how to love someone with addiction to meet them where they are at even in their darkness. By showing them that they are worthy of a better life even if they don’t choose recovery on our timeline. Being true to Samsha’s definition of recovery; Any positive change is met with approval and support.
“A process of change through which individuals improve their health and wellness, live a self-directed life, and strive to reach their full potential”.
The sun was beating down on my rented black Nissan Ultima as I pulled into the gas station. The temperature was going to reach a
When I was in Sedona a few years ago I was sick for 8 hours straight. Couldn’t lift my head enough to walk or drive.
Today was one of those days when I realized, again, how one day in your life can change everything you know. And how everything that
Although I don’t have a giant round window, sparkling chandelier, or even a free-standing tub; I do have a small quiet condo in the suburbs
For years I’ve built many walls. Each time I felt slighted or scared, used or hurt, I would add another brick. Brick by brick I
I read somewhere that we get a dopamine burst even in times of worry and pain. I thought, “How can this be? I thought dopamine