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  • A poem I wrote shortly before I began the Journey that would eventually lead me to recovery. Perhaps, even, this poem marked the beginning of that journey. It was, appropriately entitled, “Journey”. It very accurately reflected where I was at that point in time.


    Alone I traveled into myself
    To see what I could see;
    To find the clock that makes me tick,
    To set my spirit free…

    Inside I was surprised to find
    How many faces had I!
    But out of all the faces I found
    Not one knew how to cry…

    So on I traveled, down to my heart,
    To find out what made it stop feeling;
    And there I found some long, deep scars,
    That needed more time for healing….

    It wasn’t long after I wrote that piece, that events in my life overtook me, and brought the need for that healing to the forefront of my life. The time became now, and the healing process began in earnest. It wasn’t easy, it was a rollercoaster, but I knew I was very much alive throughout that journey. At the time I wrote this piece, I wasn’t so sure.
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