No drugs? Where’s the joy? I’ll have nothing left. Long term addict and streetwalker “Ivory,” six months before her death at age 48, doubting the wisdom of getting clean. If we are going to live with the relentless obsession about using drugs, if we are going to overcome screaming urges, we need a reason. SomethingContinue reading “Hope, Not A Bottom”
The first time I was punched squarely in the face by a man I thought THIS…words that have taken up permanent residence in my consciousness and belief system
what’s worse than losing someone you can’t live without?