My Bridge As most people I came to a point in my life where I had to rely on blind faith in order to continue living. Faith, the assured expectation of things to come though not yet beheld. I have faith in my higher power who I choose to call God, to see me thru my day. Somedays that is all I have, faith.
Speaking without words, not expecting a verbal utterance. Hearing silence that soothes my troubled soul while fully ignorant to where my thoughts disperse. In full disclosure of covert maneuvers, but stumbling in my lonely darkness. Opening my conscience I share all the emptiness. Asking for rejuvenat
Here is a write of mine where I tried to give that side of my alcoholic mind form, personification if you will. It will always be there waiting in the wings hoping I return.
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Very happy to have found this site and hope to contribute alot!Below is some information about the project.We hope to raise awareness of loneliness, alienation and depression,and make a difference...In today's society of social disconnection and lac…
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Hi Ron
Thanks for the welcome :)
Thanks for the welcome.
Sarah :)
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Seems you've got a thing for the sick and twisted. Outstanding !!! From what I read on your site I think we've shared a nightmare or two....
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