Blood splatter coated all but one wall in spite of having been clearly scrubbed with strong chemicals. A double mattress was crammed in the corner, completely bare save for more stains and a crusty duvet cover. My eyes traveled to the rails on the head of the bed, settling on the restraints that dangled from each corner.
My drug use escalated into a full-blown addict lifestyle in less than a month. “I’m too far gone,” I would tell myself.
If word got to the wrong people in the shelter, I stood a high chance of getting stabbed for it.
All seems too perfect: Kenny is sober and thriving and Skye completes her training, but when she comes back to visit, she finds Kenny has a bone-chilling secret.
457 pages of absolute tomfoolery and badassery, all to the end of staying alive. It is with great pride and excitement that I announce the completion and release of my first independently written major work: “Alacrity”. When I was young and my father was planning the purchase of a sailboat, he sat everyone in the… Continue Reading →
“I heard Copaiba oil was selling so fast they had to restrict one bottle per person. First I thought it was because it was CBD; then I realized what the oil did.”
“I don’t experience lower back pain or inflammation anymore, and every oil I share means money in the pockets of these incredible women. Most of them are simply trying to save for school fees for their kids.”
“It’s the way we can still buy eggs from the neighbor. The brothers just go about their window washing and watch the money come in!”
“I’d used patches, Wellbutrin, Chantix, gum, cold turkey, you name it; the struggle was REAL. Imagine my shock when I used doTERRA to quit and went about my day feeling ever better instead of worse!”
“Had you heard her story five years ago, you’d assume she would be dead, in prison or in a drug recovery center.”
Blood splatter coated all but one wall in spite of having been clearly scrubbed with strong chemicals. A double mattress was crammed in the corner, completely bare save for more stains and a crusty duvet cover. My eyes traveled to the rails on the head of the bed, settling on the restraints that dangled from each corner.
“We need each and every one of you: your talents, your convictions, even your weaknesses.”
I was asked to test out a software designed to enhance doTERRA sales and did so with a greater margin of success than expected. I was asked to call in on conference and consult on my use and recommendations, many of which were implemented. I sat through the testimonial shortly after and had a great time.
I reread the text over and over, but the words were clear on the screen. Barking a short laugh I dropped my phone slightly away from myself. This was beginning to scare me a little. What was I dealing with? Mental illness?
