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Don’t be fooled by his cuteness.

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Meet Wilson! Crappy instagram photos aside, he is a terror. His hobbies include barking at all passerby, dogs, squirrels, birds, and especially the stray cats in the neighborhood. Yes, I realize this is normal dog behavior. Oh, did I mention barking at the TV?
Joking aside, Wilson really is a good dog. He is loyal and loving. He can tell when I’m having an episode; he’ll either start licking my face or sit in my lap quietly.  He has suffered from bad allergies since he was a puppy, has endured years of on and off steroids, blood tests, skin creams, hypoallergenic baths, and the like. He was recently put on a pill called Atopica and it has been our saving grace. His skin has never looked better. He has stopped scratching, biting, and dragging his belly on the carpet. He is a much happier puppy.

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Posted by on March 4, 2014 in text

 

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Shoes

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Another photo from Charleston. I have yet to go in this store, but it calls my name every time I walk by it. Especially if it has shoes like these (which, by the way, I purchased from Belk and will be my wedding shoes):

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I can’t help it. I have a thing for glittery shoes.

 
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Posted by on March 3, 2014 in photo, Uncategorized

 

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Neeeerds!

Neeeerds!

My goofy purple glasses (which I secretly am very fond of) and purple ombre shirt. I am not one for very many selfies. My profile picture was taken back in September! Do I look like an author with these glasses on? c:

 
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Posted by on March 2, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Came to believe…

…that we were powerless over alcohol and that our lives had become unmanageable.

Alcoholism and addiction are very powerful things. As someone with 5 years of sobriety, I have learned the power my addictions can have over me.

I’d like to share a little bit of wisdom that I have learned over the years. First, there is no shame in admitting you have a problem. I remember the morning I realized I had a problem and it had hit me hard. It left me feeling ashamed and worthless. “What have I become?” was a constant question that plagued me. I had just turned 21, meaning I no longer had to rely on somebody else to supply my addiction. My shame only fueled my habits, and it became a daily ritual of shame, drink, and more shame.

It is okay to ask for help. For years, I had a very hard time asking for help. I liked to bottle everything up and pretend I was okay. I believed myself to be stronger than I really was, but I was only drowning my sorrows and fears with pills and alcohol. Not asking for help before I hit rock bottom landed me in a psychiatric hospital, followed by outpatient rehab.

Remember that you are loved. No matter what you may feel or think inside your head, there is somebody out there who cares.

 
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Posted by on March 1, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Purchase a paperback copy of The Thirteenth Step

The paperback copy of The Thirteenth Step. Use discount code 3LKF4G2A for $2 off! Regular price $10.99

 
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Posted by on March 1, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Suicide.

Suicide is an extremely serious topic and is not to be dealt with lightly. I’d like to talk a little about the matter, as The Thirteenth Step does include the topic of suicide.

If you are feeling or having thoughts of hurting yourself, please call The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255 or go to your nearest emergency room

I cannot stress enough to those of you out there who are going through difficult times that you are not alone.There are people around you who want to listen and help.

“Suicide is a major, preventable public health problem. In 2007, it was the tenth leading cause of death in the U.S., accounting for 34,598 deaths.1 The overall rate was 11.3 suicide deaths per 100,000 people.1 An estimated 11 attempted suicides occur per every suicide death.” (www.nimh.nih.gov)

Also according to the National Institute of Mental Health (www.nimg.nih.gov), some of the risk factors are as follows:

  • depression or other mental disorders
  • substance abuse
  • previous suicide attempt
  • family history of suicide attempt, mental illness, and/or substance abuse
  • violence in the home (physical or sexual)
  • presence of firearms in the homes (which accounts for more than half of suicides)
  • incarceration
  • “exposure to suicidal behavior of others”

These are just risk factors that may make a person more likely to attempt suicide. There are, however, many more reasons for people to feel like this. Everyone’s situation is unique. There is no mathematical formula to predict suicide.

Remember: you are not alone.

 
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Posted by on February 28, 2014 in Uncategorized

 
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Amy glanced at me when I walked into the room and eased myself into one of the loveseats. There was concern there in her dark eyes. I looked away, feeling ashamed. I toyed with a fray in my sweatpants, staring at my lap. The room filled up around me. I felt someone sit down next to me as the seat sunk just a bit. I continued to listen to the chatter that filled the room.
“Hi,” said a male voice from the body sitting next to me. I looked up slowly, not really sure why this person was talking to me. I’m sure I looked hideous and the expression on my face probably said, “Leave me the hell alone.” His expression was odd when I finally looked at his face. My breathing stopped for just a brief moment. He didn’t look like a supermodel or some fictional vampire everyone raved about, but he was good looking. He had messy, dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was not much older than me, maybe by a few years I guessed. He had olive skin, a strong jaw and high cheekbones. His face looked a little rough, with a five o’clock shadow, yet somehow it suited him. Most people looked rough coming in here for their first day or so. I still looked rough, I gathered. He smiled a half smile and spoke.
“I’m Vincent,” he introduced himself, holding out a hand. I looked at his hand and tentatively put mine out to shake it. His handshake was firm.
“Hayden,” I replied, my voice still hollow from my recent solitude. He looked at me oddly, as if trying to gauge my attitude. At that time Amy called the group to attention. My head snapped up, and I could feel color flooding to my cheeks, but I didn’t understand why I was flushed. I didn’t usually care about who anyone else was in this dump, but somehow he struck me as different.

Hayden meets Vincent at Oak Forest – how would you respond if you were Hayden?

Amy glanced at …

 
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Posted by on February 28, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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