A Saturday phone call to my Mother enlisted a reminder of some of the last words my daughter spoke to me as she was being ripped from my arms by CPS.
"Mommy, please never never stop fighting for me!, she wailed through her sniffles..arms extended, and nothing I could do. They showed me a warrant...
How a suppressed memory like this can pierce my heart. After so much time....
Somehow we know we can never stop fighting.
Each day recovery feels like a fight for my life. I set purpose everyday to become someone other than the girl who gets stressed and runs for the junk I write to reach out to addicts, and anyone interested in or affected by addiction. I am open to any advice, guidance or opinions that you may want to share. It is important to me to make my addiction mean something. Thanks for reading! Please subscribe!
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