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About my everyday life, my struggles with addiction, sexual abuse, bipolar and family |
A blog about my life and how I got through some serious issues in hopes for a better tomorrow  |
| Vegas bound. Going there for a wedding of my sponsor. Should be a great time. Will return next Monday. Have an awesome weekend |
| I made my amends with my ex-husband yesterday and he said he forgave me. I have never felt so good and so relieved. He gave me my llife back. One of the most important moments of my recovery. We hadn't spoken for 16 or 20 years. He actually listened. It was awesome. The Power of Forgiveness I got my life back today Now it’s only just begun. The one I harmed forgave me Which has also helped our son. For all the wrongs I’ve written, In the many years gone by, Has found a resolution Bringing tears to both my eyes. I’ve waited for this moment but never thought it could be. I’ve released to God my baggage For once I’m feeling free. Gone is all resentment Bitterness and pain. My life has changed forever I’ll never be the same. Now I can move forward and leave my past behind. Keep growing as the person I’ve sought so hard to find. This day has special meaning My heart has been renewed. My spirit is soaring strongly There no longer is a feud. This gift was unexpected But I’m happy to receive. Forgiveness is really something My heart truly does believe. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 9/11/12 |
| The Strength of a Unicorn The suns rays filter through the trees, A unicorn standing tall. Beauty as far as I can see Has come to take it all. A moment of gold and peacefulness That one cannot deny. A unicorn filled with this strength, Is a catcher on the eye. Glory to this unicorn Whose power stands so bold. A Mythological animal Whose story must be told. Content in all life has to give, An aura through the light above. A unicorn brings peace and joy and to some lots of love. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 9/11/12 |
| A poem about lies and deceit I wrote, definitely not one of my best but I thought I'd share if with you anyways. A girl I'm really close to in recovery is going down hill and it's effecting me. I just don't ever want to be in her position and it's only one drink or one line away. Lies and Deceit Lies and sheer deceit Always there to repeat. Will you plan to stop it now or will you let it still allow? Hearts of many will be broken Unless you are outspoken. Always try to talk things out It’s not good to scream and shout. Cheating always breaks the trust All for fun and just for lust. If you still just want to play Don’t pretend you want to stay. Pick yourself up off the ground For it is you you will have found. If respect is what you’ve earned Show to others what you’ve learned. Lies and deceit will always be Go ahead set yourself free. Let truth be who you are today Then everything will be ok. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 9/5/12 |
| Closer to My Dreams Thankful that I’m here today What an element of surprise I guess He heard me talking He answered to my cries Though the celebration’s over The work here must go on To help another addict Be truthful and be strong Still fighting for all I have Gets me closer to my dreams Giving back to one another Is what this really means Each day God has saved me Gives me an opportunity to Share myself and my recovery and ways to help one through I’m happy and successful Taking only just one day I believe in what I’m doing If I keep the faith and pray WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 8/22/12 |
| I wish I could show you a picture of my meth face and how horrible I looked when I thought I looked good while using., but here is a poem instead. Everything is going smoothly, I'm beginning to get over my shyness a bit and I am happy. Meth Face I handed out my meth face In my home group here today Almost everyone was shocked and didn’t have much to say. I tried real hard to show them How despicable I used to be Being a full blown addict Made me look so ugly. This picture just looked terrible Thats what this drug will do It ages you and sucks you in A denial we know is true. I keep it so I can look back and remember where I came To see the way I look today I’m happy I don’t look the same. I’m thankful for my life today and the person I’ve become This meth face I used to have Is now scum beneath my thumb. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 9/4/12 |
| Starving to Death To the pits of my stomach I feel hunger and pain Deprived of such food In my body and brain. My head is now hurting My body has aches My stomach is weak At night I’m awake. The pain never leaves me It burns and it jabs A slow painful death Like that of a crab. All hope has been lost I wish I were dead For my body and mind Must indeed be fed. Each day is more painful Than the day before The pain just gets worse One I can’t ignore. To be starving to death For more than one day Is a sentence not wished On my enemy today. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 8/31/12 |
| Walk All Over Me I’m lying here in so much pain Like a baby without its rattle. Internally I am hurting I’m fighting my own battle. You walk all over me Like you don’t even care. I’m lying here naked My soul I have bared. Respect the disrespected For your eyes want to kill. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 8/30/12 This is how I feel sometimes Hypnotic State Multicolors, a straining eye Seeing red, blue and green Casts its own light of beauty Upon the computer screen. Hypnotic gestures all in play A mind blowing abyss Stares are simple never long If you want to look at this. Mind confusion, chaos it seems A headache you may feel For this is art and is perception That to me is quite unreal. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 8/31/12 |
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created by God continue to light your way and blanket you with his loving warmth from the cold dark path of drugs and alcohol. You Are Awesome =) Take care.
cause I am.... but I relate to what this poem itself is saying. I wish I had an angel, someone to lean on, I guess you can say... but don't think I understood belief in angels et cetera... I guess I am just glad that even in creativity someone can understand what we go through--even if its just a creative fictional level.
