Live beneath your means. Return everything you borrow. Stop blaming others, own up to your blunders. Donate your unworn clothes to charity. Do something nice without getting caught. Listen more and talk less. Take a 30 minute walk each day. Take care of your health, you only have one life. Work hard and play harder. Strive for excellence, not perfection. Be on time, don’t make excuses. Don’t argue, get organized. Be kind to unkind people. Let someone cut ahead of you in line. Take time to yourself. Cultivate good manners. Be humble. Realize and accept that life is unfair. Know when to keep your mouth shut. Go an entire day without criticizing anyone. Learn from the past, plan for the future. Live in the present. Don’t sweat the small stuff. It is only small stuff.💝

#inspiration #hope #faith #love


Drug abuse statistics count shattered souls like dollars. Each digit is a person, a family or a tragedy. People aren’t wired to make good choices about tragedies with mathematics, we need to engage with others on a human scale, make eye contact, touch, hug, empathize.

The more in trouble a person is, the more love they need. In this world there are many sensitive souls that need help to thrive. We need to see them as fellows of our kind, ones with gifts from the divine as much as ourselves.

When it is most challenging to give love, we should be taking that as a signal to give more. Wounds are healed by love and compassion, caring and genuine support. Do just that and your addicted loved one will find it far less difficult to cast away from the drugs.

Written and dedicated to the addict who still suffers, along with the loved ones affected by this baffling opiate epidemic that still continues to sweep across many nations around the world. Good night and God bless all.

#addiction #recovery #dualdiagnosis #hope #faith #writer

Insomnia haunts my nights, fatigue rules my days and when I need to be lucid and clear, my brain begs for unconscious sleep at any price. Then come the hours of darkness as I’m lying in bed, my mind lights up with new possibilities – new sources of disaster and danger. Perhaps I have inherited bipolar disorder amongst the other disorders I already have engraved in me. As I try immensely to relax and regain my calm, I begin to count those furry little sheep but all they do is tell me what can go sour tomorrow as a result of some avoidable blunder I created today. A sharpened mind is all I need for the day that lies ahead of me.

I lay here fully awake observing the vibrant orange and pink colors that fill the morning sky as the sun makes it’s first appearance of the day. It’s not as enchanting as it sounds because I have an immense issue with insomnia. I’m lacking the rejuvenation I need to conquer this day and questioning myself as to whether or not I can make it through this ass dragging day without any complicated moments of crazy insanity. Hmmmm good question…

I have emails to respond to, a gradution party that I’m not crazy about attending anyhow and a kid to visit again – and right there that time spent consumes a full tank of energy alone. Yes, that was supposed to be a little bit of sarcasm twisted up into an inspiring ball of reality. 😂😂😂

It’s now 8:50am my time in Southwest Pennsylvania, Eastern Daylight Time that is and I’m starting to get a little heavy-eyed. That’s normally when my insomnia goes from it’s finest straight to full-blown exaustion at it’s worst. 😂 Bottom line is I need the strength and ability to keep this day dominant. I’m pretty confident that I have enough caffeine to do so, however, I’m not so sure about the strength and ability though. I am about to find out a lot sooner rather than later as my experience begins to unfold in a short duration of time. Wish me luck everyone. Happy Sunday to all of you and God bless. 💚🌷☺🖍📚

#insomnia #mentalhealth #futureauthor #comical #funny #compelling #writer

Today was awesome. I had a nice time with my sonshine. We went to dinner at his favorite place (Cracker Barrel) then went shopping at Wal-Mart. After shopping at Wal-Mart and the mall, we grabbed some ice cream and went for a nice, peaceful walk along the nature trail at Raccoon State Park. A thirty minute drive away into the scenic countryside and more priceless moments made with an amazing little guy that means the whole world and more to me.

When we got to the nature trail took the slowest walk and had a fun time just talking about everything, from life to cracking the littlest jokes. We had a wonderful time together and the scenery awed us both. Living so close to this place and we’ve never seen this breathtaking walk in the park ever before. I enjoyed this beautiful place and couldn’t ask for a better person to share the experience with. It’s the little things in life that matter the most sometimes. I can’t say “sometimes” because when it involves JJ it always matters the most to me. Time with my son was always crucial but now that I’m not present in his life on an everyday basis it goes far more deeper than it ever has. Tomorrow is a brand new day but it’s not promised. I tend to live by those words and make the best of every opportunity I can with my loved ones. I only have a few that seem to care in real life, but quite a few I’ve conversed with on here and believe it or not, that means so much to me. I feel like I’ve obtained a good support system on this blog site and I can say that it’s more than what my own family has given me. Thank you so much to all, you’re awesome! It’s been a long day so I need to catch some sleep. Much love and respect to all and God bless. 💙

#familytime #recovery #writing #inspiration #son #mother #mentalhealth

  • I’m sitting outside on the back deck at my friend’s house. Enjoying the peace and quiet but pondering on the past. If I could only go back in time and erase my mistakes. I wish it was that easy, if it was I wouldn’t be sitting in this jammed up boat that I’m floating in now. Then again, I’m in this boat for a reason. One day the answer will come into the light and the answer will become clear and evident.

Today I spent the whole afternoon with my son and it was a good Friday to close out the week. He makes my days so much brighter and tomorrow we have plans for our date night. We are going to dinner, a movie and maybe some shopping if time allows it. I am looking forward to it and I couldn’t be happier. I will be sharing and broadcasting the whole date. I’m not one for dressing up too often but I will be wearing my little black and grey dress and heals. Tomorrow is going to be a good day.

Now it’s time to call it a night. I’m exausted. Mentally, physically and spiritually. I’m going to bed so I can regain my rest so I can be ready for tomorrow. Stay tuned and I’ll be sharing all throughout the day beginning tomorrow morning. Have a good night my fellow bloggers and God bless.

#gratitude #addiction #family #love #hope #inspiration

October of 2001 – My eyes slowly opened as I roused from a night of unconscious rest. Once reality hit me so did the agony of a splitting migraine that pounded through my head like a ceaseless jackhammer that wouldn’t shut off. I rarely got headaches but the few times a year I was encountered with one it became instantly unbearable. It was 5:30am and I had to go to work. I crawled out of bed and went into the bathroom cupboard to get some Tylenol. Shaking them out of the bottle I popped three into my mouth and chased them down with a full glass of water. I never was one to take medication unless it was absolutely needed. I barely ever took my Adderall which was prescribed to me for many years. I never wanted to believe that I needed a medication to function throughout the day. Focusing was an obstacle in my life however, I strived immensely to go without the stimulant. Some days were difficult but I managed to get by.

At 6:30am I was walking into work where I was employed as a restaurant manager. I was still in pain and I wasn’t one to call off. The Tylenol I had swallowed an hour before was not serving my throbbing head any justice. I walked into the office and hung up my jacket and purse, then sat down in front of my computer and began working on my food and supply orders for the following week. A few minutes later my fellow employee came into the office to clock in.

“Hey girl what’s wrong with you? You look horrible.” she said, concerned as she was punching the time clock.

“I don’t know Terr – I woke up with this crazy insane headache and for the life of me I can’t get it to subside.” I replied, as I was looking downward, holding my head with both hands as I sat at my desk. I was feeling slightly dizzy by this time, pondering on whether or not going in was a big mistake.

After Terrilyn punched into the time clock she reached into her purse and pulled out a blue prescription bottle. “I have just what you need to clear that migraine right up.” She said with a smile on her face, shaking the pill bottle. She walked over and opened up the bottle, pulling one out and putting it into my hand. “Within an hour you will feel like a brand new woman.” She said.

“Really? What is this?” I asked, concerned about the pill she gave me.

“It’s a prescription strength pain med, they were in my grandmother’s medicine cabinet after she passed last month and she was taking them after she had hip surgery.”

“Oh…okay what are they–” Interrupted by Terrilyn

“They’re called Oxycontin, forty milligrams – just trust me you’ll thank me later.” She said, walking out of my office to service the customers who came in for coffee and breakfast.

“Okay thanks babe.” I said. I was still in pain but at the same time I was apprehensive about taking an unfamiliar medicine that wasn’t prescribed to me. What would it do? How would it affect me? Would it make me feel worse? I questioned myself, contemplating on taking the pill. After fifteen minutes of debating I finally swallowed it, chasing it down with my cinnamon spice flavored coffee.

(To be continued)

#writing #futureauthor #inspiration #addiction #recovery #inspiration


What Is Dual Diagnosis?
Dual Diagnosis emerged 20 years ago but is still not fully understood.

Dual Diagnosis emerged as a concept over 20 years ago, but unfortunately is still not well understood by the medical establishment though it is quite simple. It is, however, incredibly effective.

Dual Diagnosis describes a practice that treats people who suffer from both an addiction and a psychiatric disorder.

For example, you can be addicted to drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling or a combination of things. And you can have psychiatric disorders that include schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, eating disorders, depression, borderline personality disorder, or panic disorder among others.

A high functioning alcoholic can suffer from a mood disorder. A crack addict can suffer from clinical depression. A bulimic can also be bipolar.

It is this—the dual nature of the affliction of the vast majority of addicts—that remains largely undiagnosed, untreated, and is greatly responsible for the sky-high incidence of relapse.

Though it was introduced over 20 years ago, Dual Diagnosis is not well understood by our health care system; one reason is that it is not set up to treat Dual Diagnosis.

Instead the US health care system is set up to work in one of two ways.

1. Sequentially. First the addiction and then the underlying psychiatric problem that drove the addict to seek solace in alcohol or sex or drugs in the first place. But unfortunately there is often a tragic time lapse between the two phases and this is often when the relapse occurs.

2. Separately. The addiction and the emotional problem are treated at the same time but by different doctors, neither of which have a comprehensive picture of the patient’s health. And frequently each doctor is tentative with prescriptions for fear of exacerbating the other disorder.

But dual diagnosis is key to a true recovery because addiction, in its essence has nothing to do with addiction!

Addiction has to do with trauma, anxiety, depression and biochemical imbalances—and the addict’s attempts to regulate and relieve his or her own level of pain. Dual Diagnosis deals with these so that the patient can have a full and lasting recovery.

#mentalhealth #addiction  #recovery

Today I am calm, cool and collected. I had a day to sleep in and relax. I needed it. I had a nice visit with my son JJ today. We had pizza together to celebrate his last day of school. He is officially a sixth grader now and as a mother I couldn’t be more joyful. It’s been difficult not being there everyday like I once had been but he’s safe and happy. I am grateful for that. He worries about me being in this tough situation and it breaks my heart when he says “mom I don’t want you to die from being homeless.” My eyes flood with tears every time he says this to me. To any new followers and fellow bloggers, I was wrongly accused of using drugs by my family who never forgave me from the start. They had me thrown out of my happy home and separated from my son and husband. This transpired three weeks ago and it’s been pure hell. Each day I strive to stay positive and make the best out of each passing day. Some days are more manageable than other’s but I stay strong. I’m still sober and I have been for going on two months. My worst day sober is far better than my best day intoxicated. I pray and utilize my higher power to balance out the situation. I have support from a few good individuals and I will stay hopeful, keep the faith and never give up on myself again. Life is what you make of it and it will get better with time and effort. Have a blessed night everyone. Lots of love and big hugs.

#love #god #grateful #recovery #faith

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