The first time that they were brought into the house, before they’d been split up, I thought I was going to throw up. The thought that you were now encased in a plastic bag in a plastic box in my living room brought me to my knees.
So glad that you found my corner on the internet. My life has and is continuing to change at an alarming rate. I’ve decided to document it here. Hope you’ll stick around.
All in Journal
I want to start by saying in my old life, I didn’t realize the compassion that is necessary for dealing with the disease of addiction and those who suffer from it. Not to say that I didn’t have compassion for those who were struggling, but until it was actually pointed out to me, I didn’t realize how critical compassion is.