"Of course, you wouldn't get it. You're not recovering from an addiction you didn't fall into or choose or let overcome you. She was hooked on heroin before and after she had me, I still had exposure." I exhaled. Today in therapy I was caught waist deep in emotions. I more or less wanted to purge to lift the weight but in retrospect I am definitely lashing out on the undeserving.
Ivy Bloom Flowers, that's exactly what she named me. Claimed that when she did escape the clasp of the needle, gardens brought her peace and joy. Not me, but weeds.
And here I am using my own needles to stitch things back together.