My Marvelous Journey

I know my posts lately have been dark, sad, and filled with grief. (I promise this one won't be too sad and dark) I am trying to cope with Erik’s death. It is not easy because he is constantly on my mind. I have to concentrate on concentrating. Does that even make sense? I have to work hard to focus on simple tasks. Some days I am better at this than others. Fortunately, I have a lot of things going on to keep me busy. Between work and family, that should be enough to

I had this dream a few nights ago. It was a weird dream. I was in an old fashioned home. The rooms were painted in dark colors. There were overstuffed chairs that filled the room. This house had large, heavy, wooden doors lined with thick wooden frames. There were a lot of doors. I kept opening them in search of the right door, in search of a way out. Like most dreams, this one seemed to weave in and out of whatever stream of thoughts there were swirling around in my h

Would I have to tell my entire story The first Nar-Anon meeting I went to was scary. Not because of the people I might meet there. It was scary for me because this was the first time I would tell people about the addict in my life. It was scary because I would have to say the words out loud and face this truth. I remember trying to find a meeting to attend. I wanted to go somewhere far enough from my home so no one would recognize me. Luckily for me, there were dozens of

Summer is almost over. My youngest son has already started school. He is an eighth grader now and so far, he seems pretty excited about it. Over the summer I took him and his cousin to the University of Central Florida for a college campus tour. They were both looking forward to the trip and all of the things the college had to offer. Now, they are both only thirteen, and have plenty of time before having to choose a college, yet they are both ambitious and talking about w