My Side of Suicide and Addiction

by Michelle June 24, 2017 1

When You’ve Lived my Life You Can Judge Me

Please don’t judge people. You don’t know what it took someone to get out of bed, look and feel presentable as possible and face the day. You never truly know the daily struggles of others.

by Michelle May 2, 2019 2

Addiction Grief

3 Years, but Who’s Counting?

Just because I had intentionally avoided my blog for well over a year doesn’t mean that I have been avoidingContinue Reading

by Michelle February 27, 2018 8

Grief Suicide

Why Do I Commemorate my Father?

I am sure that many are silently asking themselves why I choose to commemorate my father on the anniversary ofContinue Reading

by Michelle December 31, 2017 2

Grief Thankful

Reflecting on 2017

As most do, I have been reflecting on the past year. It has been a tearful reflection. The majority ofContinue Reading

by Michelle December 12, 2017 3

Addiction Grief

My grief journey has been a painful one; I compare the pain of that first year to an invasive surgery without any anesthesia. I hurt more than I ever thought humanly possible. I found myself paralyzed by grief for a long time.

by Michelle May 1, 2017 1

Addiction Grief

See You Again

As I have walked through the motions of the past couple of weeks, I have found myself at several times pinching myself to see if I was going going to wake up from this endless nightmare of grief that I’ve been attempting to trudge through for the past 363 days. Will I wake up? Will Angela be healthy? Will I receive my daily text or call from her? Unfortunately I snap out of it. This is my reality. My sister lost her battle to addiction and our family has been attempting to pick up the pieces.

by Michelle April 18, 2017 5

Addiction Grief

A Letter to My Sister

Ang,

I could write for hours, I’ll attempt to keep my note today simple & to the point. I miss you. We hurt. I hurt. My pain is unbearable, but I mask it pretty well. I cry for you every single day. You should be here. Your ugly disease shouldn’t have lead you down the path of self destruction. You suffered. Your kids suffered. Mom suffered. Tom suffered. I suffered. My girls suffered. Our family suffered. Your friends suffered. Acquaintances suffered. I carry the hurt that you felt, the pain that you had – emotionally, mentally and physically. Oh, how I wish I could have taken that away from my baby sister. That’s what we do as big sisters, huh? But I couldn’t.

by Michelle April 4, 2017 2

Grief

A Sign from my Sister….

9 months 20-something days after losing my baby sister she finally gave me the push, literally, that I needed to begin living life again. For me, myself and I.