My therapist gave me an amazing basic guideline of letting go. I’ve read it so many times and it’s amazing how every single line hits home, how I’ve never learned to let go. It absolutely will take time to heal and let go, but I wanted to share how each one really relates. This piece is a poem from an unknown source
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My mom had joined a support group called Al-anon. It’s a support group for adults who are dealing with someone they have in their lives who is an alcoholic. She found a great support group for her to help understand 1.) Alcoholism is a disease 2.) There is support and 3.)How to deal with her situation. With her joining this group she learned there was a group like hers but for teens(Alateen). And she wanted me to go. She thought it would help me understand a little bit more of why my dad was the way he was.
Continue reading “Alateen”Getting To Know Me
I figured it would be fun to share a few random things about myself so you can get to know me more than just my past.
Continue reading “Getting To Know Me”Middle School Bullies
I had lived in Danbury for ten years (so just until after 5th grade). I was so excited to go to the middle school where all my other friends were going. My parents had a different plan in mind. They wanted a better school for me and they “found” it. I was devastated. I didn’t want to start in a brand-new school where I knew no one!
Continue reading “Middle School Bullies”The Other Side
There’re two sides of my dad 1) The amazing most generous loving man and 2) Drunk and crazy. It’s hard to have to go back and forth with drinking, dry drunk, sober, and back to drinking. It’s a circle of pure hell.
Continue reading “The Other Side”Picture Perfect Family
Picture Perfect
I always felt when I was younger I had the most picture-perfect family. Two very loving parents, and an amazing big brother. We had family vacations and lots of love. Only that wasn’t really the case. There was a lot of hiding and lying. I can understand it, it was to protect me, but sometimes I wish I was more prepared because when shit hit the fan I felt like my whole world had stopped.
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