In my never ending journey to heal childhood abuse, I've had to face a painful fact: I am the only one keeping my trauma alive. Now that I am an adult, nobody but me is responsible for how I feel and how I choose to live my life. Of course, most days, I don't really... Continue Reading →
Writing nothing but #poem
Knowing nothing butthat leaving is a return home Feeling nothing butthat healing is a dance that shows both light and darkness, up and downthink you're winning only to frown Understanding nothing butthat this road knots into me alone Seeing nothing butthat thoughts cannot move me if blown way out of scale, watching their shadowsI long... Continue Reading →
Depression taught me to live again
Last summer, my 2-year depression came to a head. I took myself to A&E and refused to leave, knowing that if I did, I would be all out of options with my suicidal depression. Previously, therapists had sent me away, stating that my problems were above their pay grade. Yoga had been helpful to the... Continue Reading →
Emotional sobriety – the holy grail of any recovery
In my own journey of processing childhood trauma and addiction I've come across the term 'emotional sobriety' multiple times, and its poetry struck me. In all the meetings I've been to recently, I have not met a single addict with a happy upbringing. So after all, being sober isn't enough anymore, now I've got to... Continue Reading →