The journey of addiction through poetry.

They have always been soaring 🤔😡🤬. No offense I of course believe this post and the millions of others should be shared and shared again.. But really ! I'm getting a little pi**ed off with this omg look what's happening cause of covid! My response to that is 😷🤬🤬🤬🤬

‘Cries for help’: Drug overdoses are soaring during the coronavirus pandemic Suspected overdoses jumped 42 percent in May, data obtained by Post shows. Fueling the surge are isolation, economic devastation and disruptions to the drug trade.

I want you to look at the name and date on this young girls toe tag! Do you see it??? Heaven Leigh Heaven Nelson my only child! Do you see the date??? 1/28/19 Less than 24 hours after you brought her back to Henderson this was my child! This was the day our lives changed forever! Because of you!!! I will never forget this date!!! 9/29/14 do you remember that date??? 11/5/19 do you remember that date??? We the mother's will always remember!!! All three of these young girls lives mattered!!! I just wanted to remind you that I am still here!!! Still fighting for justice for them!!! I won't shut up! I won't give up! And I Won't go away!!! Just in case you thought I had!! Do you see them now???

THIS IS MY DREAM PLEASE TAKE A LOOK X

My publishing goal OK guys I'm asking for donations, even early Xmas presses ;-) to help me reach my dream of becoming an official published author! Yes can you believe it?! My book (books) are finally ready and I've found a reputable international publishing house ready to assist from start to finish in the shops wor...

Faces of addiction: Parents walk Las Vegas Strip to raise awareness of opioid epidemic LAS VEGAS (FOX5) -- Banners with hundreds of faces could be seen on the Las Vegas Strip Friday morning.

Hey guys... I'm guessing you all know I'm in hospital, sadly very poorly and so I apologise for not checking in or responding to any messages. I'm in for a long road and won't be home anytime soon but I promise I'll get back to you all soon... God bless xx

To all of you xx

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IT appears Ive an issue with people not being able to post on my page nor can I see messages being sent to me... Bare with me whilst I try to correct the problem. My apologies x

International Overdose Awareness Day

Millie Mattered: Overdose Awareness Day Lilly Harvey returns to talk with us about Millie Mattered and National Overdose Awareness Day. It's the second year for the event and planned to be held at City Park.

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International Overdose Awareness Day 2019

August 31st, 2019

Please say a prayer for all those that are facing Addiction's Final Assault. Our children and our loved ones are just like yours, deeply loved and painfully missed. We were so blessed to have had them in our lives, more blessed to be able to know who will greet us when our chapters end.

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Jena Marie...
My little honey bee...
My Jena Bena Bing B**g...
My Little Bird 🐦
My first Love.....

11.29.97 ~ The day I realized how much the Lord loves me when I saw her take her first breath, heard her first cry, and how she stopped as she heard my voice, as I held her for the first time...

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10.01.18 ~ The final Assault of Addiction, the saddest loneliest day of my life. The day my world forever changed as I sat next to my beautiful child after her soul had already gone home. My heart was forever broken, my life forever altered, the day I was forced to walk this earth without my little bird. 🐦

My beautiful child, loving, respectful, my biggest fan, who always told me she would be there for me when my final chapter came to an end. Now knowing she will be, but in my sorrow, it doesn't seem soon enough. 😥

My Jena Marie how I will miss you with every breath I take, until we dance again like no one is watching!! 🙏🙏🙏

Jena's Mom forever 💋💋💋

A portrait of loss: 15 women, 16 overdose deaths, one national drug crisis These women have lost loved ones to a deadly affliction, but they want them to be remembered as more than just ‘addicts.’ Here are their stories

Ok here goes.... ❤️😬 hi guys welcome to my page ..
This is the first time I've ever attempted to reach out to the world and share my thoughts feelings fears hopes dreams and the 12 year battle with addiction that has blighted mine and the lives of others around me.
I am 41 yrs old and without boring you with the whys and wherefore I've silently fought a bigger demon than my addiction for most of my life in the form of BDD ( body dis morphia disease ) . I know most of you may not know what this is and certainly not have much understanding of the impact it has on so many, I myself am only now beginning to understand this has been the private hell that also lead me into addiction.
I want this page to educate not only about BDD or addiction but any mental health issue that's so sadly still overlooked.
Over the years I've written poetry ( hundreds ) as I guess without realising a means to help me cope with this thing so much bigger than me to overcome.
I can tell you I'm by no means in recovery nor am I anywhere near getting help for my mental health issues but that said it is my last chance my last shot my last hope and finding my way out the darkness.. Will you help me??
Together is a word with so much meaning... Alone has been my reality and the reality of so many trapped in their own mental health prison... Alone I've almost died.
So I want to try and reach out... Together we can all make a difference by opening our minds and hearts and educating ourselves and others.
I will be posting poems I've written , videos probably in a mess lol anything I think and feel ill lay myself out there if you will do the same with me????
Maybe this will fall flat? Maybe this will save a life? Maybe it will save my life?
So anyone in addiction, touched by addiction , mental health and please anyone suffering with BDD come share on here with me and let's find our way back together. 😘❤️🎶

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When Michael was still physically here on this earth, “I love you more” meant a lot of things. It meant I loved him more than tacos, which is why I always let him have “bites” of mine.

It meant I loved him more than to decide the relationship would never work out because of certain family dynamics.

It meant I loved him more than getting a full nights sleep because sometimes he needed me to stay up with him and help him breathe through anxiety attacks.

It meant I loved him more than to walk away from our relationship because of his temper.

It meant I loved him more than to let people try to get between us.

It meant I loved him more than to doubt him, but instead always give him the benefit of the doubt.

It meant I loved him more than to let people tell me he wasn't good enough for me, but instead stood up for him and our relationship.

It meant I loved him more than having the last slice of pizza, which I always let him have.

It meant I loved him more than to choose sleeping alone in a queen size bed over sleeping with him in a twin size bed.

It meant I loved him more than to be angry at him at times where I should have been, but instead chose to laugh together over whatever stupidity he had done.

It meant I loved him more than to ever enable him. It meant I loved him more than to just let him slide with everything.

It meant I loved him more than to not push him to better himself. It meant I loved him more than to not tell him, bluntly, what he needed to hear.

It meant I loved him more than to ever throw his Mets hat out of the car window, as I threatened to do so many times that he annoyed me.

It meant I loved him more than to ever go to sleep angry at him. It meant I loved him more than to not hold his hand any second I got.

It meant I loved him more than to not appreciate the sweet smiles he would sometimes make as he slept.

It meant I loved him more than to not recognize the ginormous heart he had, the KIND, golden heart he had.

It meant I loved more than to be blind to the fact that despite his vices, he still was beyond perfect for me.

It meant I loved him more than to judge him for his addiction.

It meant I loved him more than to not accept him for everything he was, good and bad.

It meant I loved him more than to ever choose anyone but him. It meant I loved him more than to ever give up on him.

Now that he's gone, “I love you more” means so many different things.

It means I love him more than to let my grief entirely devour me.

It means I love him more than to let my sadness swallow me whole.

It means I love him more than to never smile again.

It means I love him more than to allow the efforts of other people to invalidate or make our relationship seem irrelevant or meaningless out of their own personal jealousy, ever hold any validity in my life.

It means I love him more than to allow the guilt I feel over his death to consume me.

It means I love him more than to shut love out for the rest of my life.

It means I love him more than to live my life in fear.

It means I love him more than to not make sure I spend time with his grandmother, his favorite person in the world.

It means I love him more than to skip songs on the radio that remind me of him or meant something to us, but instead sing along to.

It means I love him more than to lie about the occasional anger I feel towards him for leaving me alone in this world, only to quickly remember he did not leave me by choice.

It means I love him more than to hold grudges, because I now know that life is too short.

It means I love him more than to not understand that he was taken from me by a powerful illness.

It means I love him more than to only cry when I think of him, but rather smile and be thankful for the amazing memories he left me with over the last 12 years, but especially over the last 4 months of his life.

It means I love him more than to avoid certain places or certain foods that hold memories of him.

It means I love him more than to let the opinions of other people regarding my sharing his story stop me from doing so.

It means I love him more than to chase the people I have lost since his passing, people who either could not handle my grief or my decisions moving forward.

It means I love him more than to not do my best to fulfill some of his dreams, like writing his book or traveling to places he dreamed of going.

It means I love him more than to be handicapped by my broken heart, because I know he would be disappointed to see me that way.

It means I love him more than to be impatient with myself.

It means I love him more than to not allow myself to feel the pain I feel every second of the day, realizing that this is ok for me to feel. I love him more than to be ashamed to ask for help.

It means I love him more than to hide behind lies when asked how my fiance passed away.

It means I love him more than to let his memory fade.

It means I love him more than to never speak his name, but instead make sure I speak of him every single day.

It means I love him more than to let people forget him. It means I love him more than to allow him to only be remembered as an addict, because he was so much more.

It means I love him more than to deny his battle with addiction.

It means I love him more than to be ashamed.

It means I love him more than to be silent about this disease.

It means I love him more than to not keep putting one foot in front of the other, even on my weakest days, and continue to walk in the light of his love, allowing him to guide me to do whatever it takes to make sure his death was not in vain.

It means I love him more than to not fight back against this demon, in any and every way I can.

One year ago today, my entire world was destroyed. EVERYTHING is different, nothing looks the same or feels the same without him. The only thing that has remained the same is my love for him.

Michael... You were “my why” then and you are “my why” now. You used to call me your angel, and now you are mine. I know you're ok. I know you are here. Keep flying high my baby.

I love you and I love you more.

~ Erica Marie

Choices One of my quick poems ... A little worse for ware stupid o clock sat in my bathroom lol

She tells you “I’m fine”.

She only wants you to believe it, so she can believe it, too.

Or maybe, just maybe, she wants you to ask more instead of replying with “okay”....

She tells you “I’ve got it”.

She wishes she could handle most of the weight that is piled on her shoulders.

She feels like if she asks for help- she will seem inferior.

But sometimes, the weight becomes too much and she can’t hold onto it anymore.

You see her fall.

You’re so quick to criticize, but you never ask: what became too heavy?

She’s a woman. Strong enough to bring another life into the world and fragile enough to have life fade away from her.

But fragile doesn’t mean weak.

And strong doesn’t mean unbreakable.

She’s somewhere in the middle.

And that’s okay.

All she wants is to be understood.

To be heard.

Be careful not to take her for granted- because the beautiful flower that once bloomed lovingly for you- also can whither away in a moment.

When you stop listening.

When you stop caring.

When you pull away.

When you have her do it all on her own.

When you stop asking past the word “fine”.

People are so quick to say that a woman is complex, but I like to think that she’s simply misunderstood and all she wants is someone who cares to try to understand her.

She will be okay, with or without you.

Keep it up

Can you relate?