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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  |
| Just got back from the retreat in the mountains and at the lake. It was great. I wrote a poem below as to what I experienced on the retreat. Rest Assured Here in the wilderness, beneath the trees Serene tranquility came over me So much silence I heard a voice Telling me this was my choice A choice that God helped me to make Because my life was here at stake Saved by God with a purpose in mind I give my thanks for he is kind As I look up to the stars above I’m reminded of God’s heartfelt love My life was saved my body’s clean Now I know what all this means Saved for a purpose not yet known He shows me daily how I have grown I’m trusting in what he has in store Unlike the times of long before I am clean my mind is clear Trusting in faith, I have no fear As I glance at the sky today I know that I’m going to be ok WRITTEN BY:KYM ERICKSON 7/20/12 Kymberly Erickson |
An Addict’s Life (Acrostic) (Addiction) Afraid to put the drugs down, Denial is my friend, Death is a hit away, Isolation and secret using, Controlling and being controlled, Temptation leads to craziness, Institutions and instant death, Overwhelming and out of touch, Newcomer saved my life in recovery. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 3/24/12 Leave for my NA retreat this morning. I hope I get a real spiritual experience out of it. There's about 100 people going so a great way to meet people, which I'm not real good at. |
| I will be leaving for my NA retreat tomorrow Thursday through Sunday so I will not be adding any entries. You all have an awesome weekend and I will blog again on Monday. A Friend for Life Award Winner You really are a super friend, I cherish the times we shared. To me it’s real important, To have a friend who cares. This year has gone by slowly, Amazing how we’ve grown. Not only in our friendship, but separately on our own. Childhood memories of our pasts, Have left us deeply scarred. There’s no reason to run and hide, It’s part of who we are. Since the days we use to walk, To where you are now. You’ve made tremendous progress, You should definitely be proud. It’s great to have a special friend, Who believes in who I am. One who tries to help me, and be supportive when she can. I thank you much for everything, Especially when times got rough. You did your best to understand, Which I know was really tough. Many times you welcomed me, Into your life and in your home. You made me feel like family, So I never was alone. This journey back into our pasts, Must now come to an end. Words written from my heart, Because you are my friend. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 12/10/89 UPDATED 10/29/10 UPDATED 1/27/11, 4/25/11, 5/17/11, 12/16/11, 4/5/12 Kymberly Erickson |
Precious woman during the day, Wandering through the grass. So carefree and so beautiful, She wants this day to last. A charming portrait from afar, Of the woman I knew to be. One whose heart is searching, For peace and harmony. A natural occurrence, These leaves of many colors. Mother Nature has her own way, Of bringing joy like no other. The sun has lightly touched her face, Her cheeks are glistening red. The birds are singing well in tune, Of words never said. She throws the leaves high in the air, Lets them fall across her face. This is where she wants to be, This is her special place. As night time slowly approaches her and the sunsets in the sky. Autumn is a majestic season Bringing a twinkle to her eye. Summertime Our last summer gathering, For our child who’s disabled. Her playfulness and laughter, Shows us she’s able. She’s an inspiration to others, Even though she lost her hearing She’s still excited about summer, and anxious when it’s nearing. Our child just loves to play, and bury herself in the sand She’s so carefree and adorable, She must sign to understand. The heat and her water toys, Makes swimming time real fun Sunscreen’s applied every hour, To protect her from the sun. The sun lightly touched her face, Her cheeks are slightly pink She doesn’t even seem to care, So she grabs herself a drink. She interacts with everyone, and has a real great time She’s really skilled at reading lips, For those who cannot sign. As summertime comes to a close, She eats then pretends to sleep She’s cuddles in her mother’s arms, and laughs when we tickle her feet. The morning time will be difficult, That’s the time she’ll sign goodbye To her family and close friends, and will struggle not to cry. |
| Achy Breakee Heart Achy Breakee Heart I loved you from the start. You went and caused me pain. Now I’ll never be the same. You broke my heart in two. Now I am feeling blue. I’m also feeling sad. Your’e the best I ever had. You took away my dreams. Nothing’s as it seems. Our future is all gone. Everything went wrong. You left me all alone. Changed the number on your phone. Your cruelty makes me cry. We never said goodbye. Don’t call me anymore or knock on my front door. I guess that this is it You’re a piece of shit. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 11/24/11 Bald is Beautiful There’s hair left on his pillow, there’s hair inside my bed. He’s got hair all over his body, but less hair on his head. He parts is down the middle, he parts it on the side. He likes to comb it straight back, when it’s bald he wants to hide. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 1/14/12 |
Hairy Llama Look at me and my poofy hair I think that I look great. It seems to shape my oval face and God don’t make mistakes. I can part it down the middle or part it on the side. My eyes are my focal point Because they are so wide. I never get to brush my teeth, but they look good anyway. I only have the bottom half The top ones rotted away. My fur is soft and manageable My nose just fits my face. If I did it all again, There’s nothing I’d replace. So look at me I’m beautiful I stand out in a crowd. Don’t be jealous it’s okay, I’m humble and I’m proud. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 5/5/12 Hands of the Homeless Award Winner Hands tattered and torn A strong heart. He’s a homeless man Torn apart. No shower or bath He lives on the street. His hands are dirty From the garbage he eats. WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 5/24/12 |
| Things are going great. Just wanted to share a funny poem with you. Eggin Along The Hard Boiled Eggs Were singing a song When one got upset After singing it wrong. He was sunny side up When he cracked Now this one egg Can never come back He’ll never be an omelet Nor a runny yolk His days are done He’ll have to sulk. He no longer can sing He’s just a poached egg The way it appears You’re pulling my leg WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 7/10/12 |
| Things are nice and quite again. Our retreat is next week, we are camping, that should be fun. I'm sure I'll come out with some great poems. Bankrupt Feeling empty and hollow Dead inside As though my heart Could no longer cry I’m bankrupt WRITTEN BY: KYM ERICKSON 7/10/11 Believe Award Winner The light, the truth, the way. Believe in me and pray. Then things will be ok. |
| Today is my birthday, 47 years old and I am thankful that God saved me to see another birthday. A year ago today, I was in the height of my addiction. I am grateful to be here and it's all God's doing. I went to a meeting this morning where everyone wished me a Happy Birthday. It was great to have NA friends. I felt loved. It's a lot different this birthday than being loaded and miserable with no friends last year. On August 18th I celebrate my one year of being clean. That will be a very special birthday. The one that means the most. The day that God saved me from death and gave to me life one day at a time. |
| Finally got out of my bipolar episode and depression after 3 weeks. 3 weeks of hell is what it was. I am feeling calm again and my thinking is better just how it was before this depression hit and it hit hard. I thought after 10 months of no depression, that I was free. NOT! It definitely let me know that it was still around, so I haven't written much lately. Poems aren't coming at rapid speed right now I just trying to write good ones at a slower pace. I will be back to writing as I feel good and even when I don't. I'm almost 11 months clean now reading to take my year cake.At least I didn't pick up and use during my depression which I used to do. Everyone have a great day and I will return soon. |
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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.
