"The Whiskey an old friend I hadn't known was missing." I feel the desperate bewilderment of your young self. Fundamentalist religion of every kind has a lot to answer for and reaches into later generations.
“When asked to describe my addiction, they drew a picture of a door.”
This is remarkable, Kelly. I had a sensation of falling as I read. Falling along with you. I have described myself as a woman child with less compassion than you show yourself here. After all, you were led right to the jagged edge .
Your writing is a gift, thank you for sharing it. The door with your daughters is especially poignant to me and the way you render your trajectory from daughter to mother, to DJ, to recovering badass.
I don't know why or how ...but I felt such a deep intense recognition with your words Kelly. I was in reverence. And in awe. Recently I realised I was (am) and addict too. Have been all my life just in different forms. And also someone who dives head first into adrenaline rush. To escape. To numb. To rebel. To live.
And though our lives have been fundamentally different, I felt the presence of a kindred spirit through your words and for that thank you.
Wow, Shruthi. I am honored this landed so powerfully for you. That realization is so crucial to the journey to freedom. I sense that you are a kindred spirit and I am so very glad to find you here. Thank you for your words and presence.
"The Whiskey an old friend I hadn't known was missing." I feel the desperate bewilderment of your young self. Fundamentalist religion of every kind has a lot to answer for and reaches into later generations.
Thank you Rona. It sure does.
“When asked to describe my addiction, they drew a picture of a door.”
This is remarkable, Kelly. I had a sensation of falling as I read. Falling along with you. I have described myself as a woman child with less compassion than you show yourself here. After all, you were led right to the jagged edge .
😭I feel seen. I see you back. 💋
Your writing is a gift, thank you for sharing it. The door with your daughters is especially poignant to me and the way you render your trajectory from daughter to mother, to DJ, to recovering badass.
Omg I love you! 😭Solidarity, sister. 👊
Wow! That was such a powerful, feminine, bleeding read! Thanks so much Kelly for sharing your words and worlds. 💔🙏💖
Thank you for the read and comment, Deborah!
I don't know why or how ...but I felt such a deep intense recognition with your words Kelly. I was in reverence. And in awe. Recently I realised I was (am) and addict too. Have been all my life just in different forms. And also someone who dives head first into adrenaline rush. To escape. To numb. To rebel. To live.
And though our lives have been fundamentally different, I felt the presence of a kindred spirit through your words and for that thank you.
Wow, Shruthi. I am honored this landed so powerfully for you. That realization is so crucial to the journey to freedom. I sense that you are a kindred spirit and I am so very glad to find you here. Thank you for your words and presence.