Waiting Room

It's a Monday afternoon. I can feel a sharp searing pain in my ribs, from my surgery I had a week prior. I exit the elevator in the 8th floor. Across from me is my doctor's office. Glaring at the flawless and unblemished glass door, I lock eyes with my reflection. A sense of panic …

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Beacon of Hope

***The following is a descriptive paragraph I wrote for an assignment in my English Composition class. The paragraph explains the Young Building at Camosun College’s Lansdowne Campus. From 2014.***             Sitting in a field that overlooks the Young Building, I am consumed by isolation and hopelessness. I long for what lies …

Walking Our Own Path

Being entangled in associations with difficult people can be frustrating. We come across others who are jarred with negativity, defiance, or hostility. There are those who are so unhappy with their own troubles that they project their insecurities onto others. Their words, behaviours, and actions against us - either directly or indirectly - can impede …

Incomprehensible Demoralization

After only two weeks in treatment, I've attended N.A. and A.A. meetings almost every day. One of the subjects that has been talked about more than once at these meetings is "Incomprehensible Demoralization." I thought about what that meant to me. And I couldn't quite put my finger on it, until today. For me, it's the miserable …

This Is Not The End

Darling, things are gonna be okay Hope lays on the horizon Brighter than the obscure clouds of grey The raging waves are crashing Hold tight to these ropes that strain beneath the sails As long as the sun smiles back at me My faith in you never fails ~ little NOVA