April 19, 2019
I see him for the first time in years, huddling in the shadows, his tear stained face searching for the light I hold, but cannot yet see. I’m calling out to him, but he cannot yet hear. I’m reaching out to embrace him; he is so close.
Author: Chris
I left the hateful rhetoric of Facebook to come here to carry a message of hope and healing
I'm in recovery from addiction and rebuilding a life filled with purpose and creativity. Whether I'm playing the piano, baking, gardening, or knitting, I’ve found healing in the simple, meaningful moments. Buzz Kill Diaries is where I share honest reflections on recovery - one day at a time.
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