I was born to two drug addicts.
I am not a drug addict.
I was surrounded by a lot of sadness Continue reading “Stop With The Excuses”
I was born to two drug addicts.
I am not a drug addict.
I was surrounded by a lot of sadness Continue reading “Stop With The Excuses”
Give me bear hugs. Teach me how to ride my bike. Burp a song into a paper towel roll to make me laugh. Put bunny ears behind my head in pictures. Carry me when I broke my ankle. Continue reading “When dad can’t save himself anymore”