Striving to look past the panic, the gloominess and fury that may or may not be present. But to remain composed and press forward to what awaits them. Not easy! In fact, negotiating this nightmare has been the hardest thing I have ever done. It takes daily practice of letting go, and accepting that I cannot change anyone else, addicted or not, but I can change me, and the way I deal with it all. addiction is a race between bank accounts and bodies..and its hard to tell which one will cross the finish line of complete emptiness first

To step out of bed and splash water onto a severely distressed face and staring into a mirror with a despairing look.

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Going to book stores, coffee shops just to have some peace of mind and a moment of silence to themselves so that can weave the tapestry of imaginative innovation. Writing their own versions of the same story, endless doors of perception, reading news papers and taking it with a grain of salt. Watching the news on TV with a hand full of salt. Searching for the real story so they can know if the world they all live in is actually safe. Mention the accomplishments and milestones in the person's life. This could include their education, career, hobbies, or awards they received. Positive experiences Flip sided to those dizzying, tear jerking thoughts of suicide, annihilation of ones being, the contradictions of their faith in themselves and the people around them. Bright, insightful millennials freezing in search of warmth from something to believe in that will encourage them to look forward to see another day. The passionate, yet dissolute yearning for that ever eluding ******* adrenaline. Pounding, Pounding, Pounding until the culmination of energy has come.

Narrow minded uproars about the spread of AIDS, nonsense! The puritanical onslaught of those who want nothing more than the rest of us, love. "Gay", "****", "******", "queer", how about "kind", "funny", "genuine human being"? The right to be married and divorced should be an option for everyone to enjoy. The strains and hardships of matrimony are yours if you want them. If you don’t agree don’t hate or harm just allow them to be peacefully. Same goes for anything for that matter, Jehovah's going door to door, Mormons from Burbank. New ideas are never a bad thing, they’re not a waste of time. On average you have about eighty years to mull over your options. My dear friend contemplates this every night laying in bed, fetal position; the anxiety if having to be a part of this. addiction is skin clinging to bones like a baby to its mother....but its only ever perceived as beautiful To read a Sharon Olds poem is to peer into some first instance of creation: to see that spark that must have been both the inevitable beginning and ending of all life. A few elements come together—crash together, really—forming one thing that is the root of all things. Call it love. Call it our humanity.In this love poem, the you is unabashedly ambiguous; perhaps the self, perhaps another, the admired is the poem’s little secret. As the speaker masturbates, her love ripples outward from her body to the you, to the senses themselves, and to semen, her euphoria expanding until it seems the whole world could be her you. From speaking to moaning to screaming, knowledge for the speaker comes through communicating, with touch another way to talk. Why not speak with song? With a nod to The Five Satins famous doo-wop “In the Still of the Night,” Olds rides pleasure itself into an unpunctuated end.