You can actually see it in the face of an animal that’s being eaten alive by a predator. The animal is alive and the eyes are open, but it’s eyes are blank and lifeless.
The Thousand Yard Stare
Protected: Who is the 3rd FootPrint?
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Britt: I was the One with the Bag…
"They were all basically doing the same shit as me and TDog were doing, The only thing different was I was the one with THE BAG...
Britt: JailTALK_Her
Part 1: I admire Courage. I'm sharing Britt's Courage- Not Mine. Pretty sure we could all use an ounce of what she is sharing here. What you are witnessing here is her intrepid belief that indeed I would come through for her even after 2 months of no contact. She never wavered.
Britt: Dreamz in Solitude …
I think in anyone’s life, when they see their life as hopeless – the smallest sparkle of a chance, that once-in-a-lifetime glimmer of hope, that if it is offered? It is like a breath of redemption for a drowning soul.
Britt: It Beginz… Part 1
We are also naturally drawn to wanting to be forgiven. Redemption is the act of working towards someone's forgiveness and when both forgiveness and redemption are working to heal the relationship, our journey to being able to accept someone's wrongdoing is greatly supported.
“Why Can’t They Write???”
So many promises made when High- so much lost when Not-High... There is no "straight" or "normal" to return to. That bridge is burned and gone up in smoke.
I’m a fuckin drug addicted delivery driver!!! On full blown lay off….
I work. Pay bills. Socialize with " normal people ". Have very good friends that aren't users. That know that I am. That don't treat me like an untrustworthy criminal. That trust me to care for their kids, grandkids, pets, home etc.
Protected: Hello Darkness My Old Friend…
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Stream of Consciousness: No Bullet for Today Plz?
Life doesn't deliver fun packages unexpectedly. We have to work pretty hard and plan for those. But the daily grind? It's called Grind for a reason.
“Why Can’t They Write???”
So many promises made when High- so much lost when Not-High... There is no "straight" or "normal" to return to. That bridge is burned and gone up in smoke.
Our Secret Highway 