histórias de Sobriety

Inspired by Mötley Crüe's Nikki Sixx; here i wanted to share my own "Heroin Diaries"... only with a slight difference: focusing on sobriety only... #LivingTheSoberWay #SixxWaysOfLife #AddictionDiaries #BeautifulInSobriety #HeroinDiaries #HeroinIsNotMyFriend #VodkaIsNotMyFriend #AddictionDiaries #SobrietyFuckingRocks !!!

There was a version of my husband I didn't meet until years into our marriage. This is the story of what happened when I did - and the love that held on through all of it. Three babies in three years, and a secret only I carried for far longer than anyone knew. This isn't his story. It's mine - the silence, the strength, and the love that never left, even in the hardest years. We didn't just survive it. We grew into something neither of us knew we could be.

these are facts

I'm okay!

Shruti Sundaram survived jail time and worldstar frat party fights over a chai cart war and a horrendous campus-wide scandal her best friend Raj was involved in. She thought that was peak chaos. She was wrong. One sleepover. One bathroom makeout. One catastrophically off-limits guy: Amir Ismail-her best friend Asifa's older brother, her own older brother Vikram's best friend, and a wickedly hot Pakistani Muslim guy with sea-green eyes, a weed habit, and zero business kissing her. Now she's sneaking to his college which is an hour away from her college to see him, lying about fake lesbian friends, and coming home smelling like oud cologne and bad decisions. When their secret detonates-brother vs. brother in blood, best friend blocking her number, friend groups fractured beyond repair-they face the ultimate question: Is love worth burning everything down?

Prequel to Barbed Wire Psalms Carousel of Destruction is a series of raw, confessional poems about the cycles we swear we're done with... until they pull us back in. Addiction. Relapse. Temptation. Memory. Survival. Every piece is a snapshot of the spin- the chaos, the crash, and the climb back out. These aren't pretty stories. They're the ones you feel in your ribs. - Left The Circle I - The Pullback II - Downward Spiral III https://www.patreon.com/posts/barbed-wire-144840033?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

Timiko is a 17 Year old African American girl who just graduated high school ,She is considering going to college .However she struggles with a series of mental issues ,which causes her issues over the summer .These actions will cause her to make a daring choice .UPDATES EVERY SATURDAY !!!

"I just got sick of being sick. I got sick of it and I just said to myself 'That's it, you gotta get better' and I waited long enough that when I said it was time to get better, I meant it...because you can't half-heartedly get sober." -- C.C. Deville, 1999 A piece from CC's perspective as he hits rock bottom & is finally ready to surrender. His determination and desperation lead him right in front of his mother's house...Circa 1995. *Based & inspired by true events*

Just because he used to be a very bad boy, doesn't mean Paul hasn't changed. But Claire's controlling family is convinced a tiger never changes its stripes and wants to break them up. Claire must decide for herself if her family is right about Paul. And if they're not, will she finally stand up to her family for her man?

I wrote this about how I found and then lost my spirituality through my relapse.

Addiction tore through my life with horror; and here is the real life image of how it hit home. Life of addiction written in a rehab.

I wrote this after a young coworker decided to talk to me about how much he wanted to try drugs.

Caylee was sick of her family trying to run her life. They thought she had a problem with alcohol and drugs but she doesn't. She knows what she is doing and has a handle on everything. Whenever they are around each other they argue and have had two fish fights with family members. She doesn't call or go see them ink she needs something and that's still weeks on end, so she doesn't see the problem.

Desperate thoughts in desperate times.

His shoulders lift just slightly in a shrug. He uncrosses his legs and all at once looks very much like a little boy, feet dangling. I knew a little boy with the same face when I was a child. Blonde hair, blue eyes, strong but soft. I see a flash of him in the open spaces of my mind; 16 like me with blood splattered across his shocked face. "None of it means anything," Peeta says, "like you said, they lied. I'm not getting better." OR back in 13 Haymitch, struggling in sobriety, learns that Peeta is going to be deployed into the war. Follows book and movie cannon but mostly book.

"Why oh why must I keep consuming all the while im still abusing."