Postcard From Hell – IAmNotCrazyDammit

addiction 4This has been, sadly, a busy week for addicts around the world. My email has been blowing up with people dealing with a loved one on meth. I’m at work, but this poor person left a comment on here (below) and I feel like I should bring it to your attention. A ton of you helped me with your wisdom and advice, sharing your own story, and your prayers. Would you help this poor woman? I remember this pain. 😦

Iamnotcrazydammit: “I don’t know how I got to Satans Fav Drug blog, searching in desperation for someone ANYONE who knows where I am right now because I am so lost!! Then I turned to this story, blog whatever we call these – I got as far as my son DJ and haven’t been able to stop crying yet like WHOA HOLY HELL IS THIS MY FUTURE ME IVE FOUND!! I’m hurting so bad right now, even wanted to just NOT WAKE UP at times, I finally know what it’s like to be IN LOVE with someone and my life is so twisted, along with my head right now I’m about to loose everything and I don’t even care. There is no happy ending where we get to keep our husbands and live happily ever after is there? I’m in a very dark scary place and I just want so bad for him to MEAN WHAT HE SAYS AND SAY WHAT HE MEANS. How do you walk away? How do I make myself walk away from something I care for so much? This hurts.”

Me: “I’m so sorry. I can tell you are in excruciating pain. I wish desperately that I could tell you that it is going to all be okay soon, but the truth is, we have to walk right through the belly of the beast. I wish I weren’t at work right now. I can tell you need a shoulder to cry on. Don’t despair. You are not crazy; Yes, this hurts like a motherfucker; Yes, there’s lots of people who know EXACTLY what you are saying here, and EXACTLY how much this can devastate a person; Yes, it’s okay if you can’t walk away yet. I will definitely be talking to you after work. In the meantime, I’m going to post this on my blog, so the same people who helped me find my way can see there is someone else needing help.

It’s okay to be sad. Don’t be too hard on yourself, okay?”

For those of you who sent me emails, I haven’t forgotten you. I will respond after work, okay?

~Bird

 

Now I Love With A Limp

Losing Him

Loving With A Limp

ehasThe internet is over-flowing with stories of heartbreak and loss, and mine is not all that different. Pain is pain, and despite everything that is said or done, pain hurts equally. I’ve read some stories that left me wondering how these poor people were able to ever recover from the wounds, while others’ seemed like the hurt was far more extensive than the circumstances warranted. That’s the thing about being humans. We interpret life from different perspectives, and a patchwork of things contribute to every single thing we have, or ever will, experience. But we all understand pain, and what hurts, hurts. It is one of the truly few things we all understand pretty much the same.

In October 2011, I had been happily married for almost 20 years to a man who had come along and eased some of the wounds I had suffered from an abused childhood. It…

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