Articles

Here you'll find articles we have read and/or received from other sources as well as offering insights of our own. First, we would like to express our sincerest, deepest sympathy to everyone who has experienced the passing of a beloved person because of substances of any kind. This is the most traumatic of tragedies which, no doubt, has been preceded by weeks, months or, perhaps, years of emotional heartbreaking turmoil when you have searched, loved and tried to understand and help your special one. There may have been many times when you have felt absolutely alone in your despair as you struggled through the best way you could… wondering perhaps if you would be able to "weather the storm?" THEN---- NOW.

  • Blind Date: March 23, 2014Author: Rose BarbourSource: Shadowsinpei.blogspot.ca  Through sobs and tearsShe kisses her son good-byeIn a hospital bed, she leaves his body behindThe pain is so great she’s losing her mind. Good-bye sweet childMy boy in blueYou were everything to meHow will I go on without you? Gone forever this gentle boyWhose sparkling eyes were once filled with ...
  • In Memory of the Shadow Dancer : My Beloved Patient Who Died from Overdose By Caroline Ridout Stewart August 28, 2012 Welcome blond smiling man; so well put together. I have not seen a button down madras shirt like that in years. You look like a young Republican but I know better. You are a quiet revolutionary; keen to right the wrongs of years of mental anguish. You have paid your dues in the ...
  • ~ If You Pray ~ Calm as the water, As hazy as the skies, As breathless as what’s right before your eyes. Soft as it’s touch, upon your heart, A memory that follows you into the dark. Sweeps through the breeze, swift and quiet. Gently it laps, and you won’t deny it. As alive as your spirit, shhh, can you ...
  • A Mother and Son I know you miss me deeply and you love me so. I can see your heart is hurting for I can feel your soul.It’s been a while since you’ve seen me, but I’ve never left your side.I have been with you always, morning, noon and night.As I am brushing your tears from your face, you ...
  • I Measure Grief I measure every grief I meet With analytic eyes; I wonder if it weighs like mine, Or has an easier size. I wonder if they bore it long, Or did it just begin? I could not tell the date of mine, It feels so old a pain. I wonder if it hurts to live, And ...
  • Leavetaking If I should die and leave you here awhile, Be not like others, sore undone, who keep Long vigil by the silent dust and weep. For my sake turn to life and smile, Nerving thy heart and trembling hand to do Something to comfort weaker hearts than thine. Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine, ...
  • Grief It hurts, Clear to the bone. It’s like a dagger in your heart. It colors the whole world with shadows; And tones of gray. It preys on you… Like a vicious animal that slashes and runs, Leaving you bleeding and in pain from the shock. Not just once, but over and over. You find yourself ...
  • Dump Truck Found, piece by piece, posthumously – Written by Jeff Cullen in September 2001 – 7 years before he died of an overdose.  If anyone thinks this is “partying” or having fun, I think they should read this more than once.  This is a heart wrenching piece written by a 20 year old, 5 years into ...
  • Please See Me Through My Tears Please See Me Through My Tears You asked, “How are you doing?” As I told you, tears came to my eyes . . . And you looked away and quickly began to talk again. All the attention you had given me drained away. “How am I doing?” . . . I do better when people listen, though ...