Category: #addiction

Break the stigma, share your story. I will share mine. Addiction isn’t permanent, but Recovery can be.

The addiction must go; the person must stay.

I have no interest in commenting on the Reiner family tragedy. Nick Reiner has only been charged and is presumed innocent at this point. I know next …The addiction must go; the person must stay.

Step it up a notch

Trigger Warning- References to suicide and self harm, this is a poem I wrong months and months ago before today, when I found it in saved drafts, I decided to publish it, due to the poignance and the power of the ; and it’s meaning, and significance, worth and hope…

Salvaging the sails

This post was originally published on my earlier blog- dancingwithenvelopes.wordpress.com- On January 19th 2019 Writing this post has taken me a great deal of courage. However, as does every day require courage, every hour that I continue to walk this path, towards recovery. Thus, if ‘practice makes perfect’, I have reasoned with myself, that it … Continue reading Salvaging the sails →

I found myself issuing unnerving questioning to my ‘self’…

Am I ‘allowed’ to post about NOT being ALRIGHT?💙‘It’s okay not to be okay’💚 I wonder why I felt as though this even had to be considered a question… self doubt’s reliable ‘on’ switch, quickly reminded me, as the champion over thinker I am, YES- clearly, self doubt might be pulling too many of my … Continue reading I found myself issuing unnerving questioning to my ‘self’… →

Explore Original Artwork, poetry, and Latest Updates

New updates and original Artwork! Enjoy! https://mindinmotion.home.blog/2024/07/13/sketch-your-emotions-free/?page_id=3969 Poetry Yet poetry can forge lyrics from mere words, and be sources of support, for when people- myself included- need that extra art of words and reframing of the fight- to help them through darkness coated mental health journeys, where relentless depression and delusions, dissociation and trauma can … Continue reading Explore Original Artwork, poetry, and Latest Updates →

Unwitting descents cause’ it’s the law- A poem about incarceration and freedom

My own original Artwork- On Prison abolition- a poetic expression to share a viewpoint Throughout life’s glinted Halls of Ivy Where sections, two, to section three Plus 136, 54, 52 Impound the freedom you thought you knew Primed in cuffs, restraints and force Unwilling, you face oppression’s source Extra curricular, custodial schools Unwitting descents, versed … Continue reading Unwitting descents cause’ it’s the law- A poem about incarceration and freedom →

We do return, and we do recover

Narcotics Anonymous- Although I guess I’m sacrificing my own anonymity here amusingly… I’ll happily proclaim my own identity, with pride and nothing near shame. Never would I break the anonymity of anyone besides myself, that goes without saying! I’m sharing an update that I posted to a support group for fellow warriors of recovery from … Continue reading We do return, and we do recover →

The Echoes- Sounds that in fact always reverberate, even if to human ears they ‘fade’… My song which was not ‘my last’ after all.

One of the most heartbreaking songs I ever improvised, singing out what I genuinely believed to be my last goodbyes, feeling lost to the dark and dreadful lure of suicide, I found myself singing this song because I couldn’t say the words ‘help’ any louder than I already had been doing for years in my … Continue reading The Echoes- Sounds that in fact always reverberate, even if to human ears they ‘fade’… My song which was not ‘my last’ after all. →

s.o.s- saving our souls

Top tips for people in blips - saving yourself from suicide,
A work in progress I’m creating as I too, travel along this life’s journey 🌈❤️

Enable the (sober life) rave, get thy hose pipe to the garden floor!

vm.tiktok.com/ZGevAG7E3/ Now that I'm doing the whole sober life thing (not that I ever truly needed chemical assistance to get on the floor and rave like the dance floor is the Lord/Lordess... Lordthey -!?- to which I devote divine worship to, religiously)... I sometimes (every day) miss partying and raving my tits off, like my … Continue reading Enable the (sober life) rave, get thy hose pipe to the garden floor! →

Sketch your emotions free

Words can sometimes deceive us, despite their brilliant potential, they also have a power to constrain us, and lack the power to enable certain things to be expressed… We could write and speak, mask and pretend all we like, if only we could, and also, if only we didn’t inadvertently do our mental wellbeing harm, … Continue reading Sketch your emotions free →

I am good at…

What are you good at? Defiance! Does. This. Psychedelic. Long. haired. Hippy. bird. Look. Like. A. Single. Shred. Of. Compliance. Exists? You are correct, sir. Comply and be defied against my own defiance? No fookin’ chance! 😂😂😂 Defiance is an asset, never a flaw! Remember that, kids! ‘Ok.’ Follow me for ‘Insta grams’ 😉 ⬇️ … Continue reading I am good at… →

A warning…

You won’t know until you know, or I’ve died trying to achieve an end which is for the greater good, particularly in terms of politics, philosophy, and end to globalised corruption, and the primary concern of helping others- most specifically in the dual circumstances of addiction and mental health- but what I’m finding out is … Continue reading A warning… →

Pending echoes- lyrics to my last song, link to recorded version yet to come!

Life, death, beauty beside decay, as ms portrayed visually, as a reminder of transformation, which sometimes only starts after death. Madness, eh! Hello hello Is anybody out there? Hello hello Can anybody hear? Hello hello All I hear are echoes I shout your name but no one hears The echoes, echoes, All I hear are … Continue reading Pending echoes- lyrics to my last song, link to recorded version yet to come! →

Tooting my own horn without shame 🎺🌈

Who is the most confident person you know? Guess my answer… The answer to this daily prompt question, asking, ‘who is the most confident person I know?’ Well, I reckon, that despite having had the privilege of meeting some incredibly confident people in my lifetime, and taking inspiration from the their unwavering shine, I find … Continue reading Tooting my own horn without shame 🎺🌈 →

Flashbacks come, and flashbacks go. Just like imprints, in the snow.

Poem ‘Imprints in the snow’ A reflective piece inspired and triggered by experiences of C-PTSD, recovery, flashbacks, memories, and resilience.

Oh I Love this for a daily Question!

What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain. Say what? ‘So, I must ask you Ellie, how come someone who’s got a University Degree and a brain like yours ended up an addict who’s also been sectioned on a mental health ward?!’ The question itself is easy and funny to answer if I’m … Continue reading Oh I Love this for a daily Question! →

The warrior and the shield

Life can be tough, I’m sure we can all agree. Sure it’s got its beautiful moments and even years, too, but we go through life, and despite individual differences in specific circumstances, we are on a battlefield, always. You can’t afford to let your guard down, neither can you afford to simply hide away from … Continue reading The warrior and the shield →

The sadness seen in the face of a recovering addict, post- ‘lapse’/‘relapse’

It may have only been ‘just one night’ where I found myself , having lost a colossal extent of self belief, motivation and hope, which ‘led me to using for the night’, but a ‘lapse’ is still technically a ‘relapse’, and it needs to be faced, head on, not hidden away from. To own your … Continue reading The sadness seen in the face of a recovering addict, post- ‘lapse’/‘relapse’ →

Daily dose of bad ideas (question of the day inspired)

Come up with a crazy business idea. Here is the best I’ve got for mad ideas which could pay for gas and electric. I know, sounds crazy already, right? Crazy ideas: When Mind, Matter, brainwaves and morality are brought together, what are the possibilities? (Crazy when you imagine it, but perhaps too sensible for my … Continue reading Daily dose of bad ideas (question of the day inspired) →

Why We Are Sad- an original post I’ve re blogged…I’m addressing this subject from the point of view of ‘the other side’

If you love an addict or an alcoholic, you probably struggle with sadness. Maybe your sadness has spiraled into depression, or anxiety, or some … Why We Are Sad A re-blog I simply had to share, alongside my own ‘reply’ to the perspective of the author who speaks passionately about ‘Why we are sad’… There … Continue reading Why We Are Sad- an original post I’ve re blogged…I’m addressing this subject from the point of view of ‘the other side’ →

Re-blog of a post I resonate with deeply, as I’m sure others will too: My Overwhelming Reality of BPD

I may have learnt (and written about!) many techniques and strategies to manage my personality disorder, but that doesn’t mean that I’m magically … My Overwhelming Reality of BPD

2023

2023 was a year wherein I was still asleep Slumbering through the nightmare Of all things lost, and now not there I’d lost my ability to even weep The suffering had become so normal When I began to become aware The realisation was such a scare Like id woken up dismembered on a train track … Continue reading 2023 →

5 Consequences of Drug Addiction Stigma

Addiction stigma can create serious challenges. Learn 5 effects of drug addiction stigma and how to break the cycle of shame.5 Consequences of Drug Addiction Stigma

Salvaging the sails

This is another re-blog of a post I wrote on my old blog, and for fear of repeating myself about certain topics I’ve had experiences with in life, I decided that actually, it serves as a reminder that recovery truly is a journey that takes time over many years, usually. This is not a bad … Continue reading Salvaging the sails →

Time to live

Why I’m writing again, how I remembered that the ‘time to live’ (not merely exist or survive), was now. Finding freedom from adversity in life also helped me find my pen. Let’s get writing!

The 13 year long ‘party’

Oh fuck. One way to give a good review… I may have just realised, I believe… That it may well be the case that I am in this position and circumstance in life today, because of the fact that I never did in fact go to bed, after that rave, in Sheffield, whereupon I took … Continue reading The 13 year long ‘party’ →

Time addicted

A poem I originally wrote for Recovery month of September 2023, which deserves words and celebration. I reflect on my own experiences which battered me, until I was made a warrior, strength came to me through the unlikely source of suffering and sadness, which I kept having to endure. An amusing picture pointing out a … Continue reading Time addicted →