At the funeral home, I feel ill. There are times I want to pack up my advocacy and focus on all of the other things I’m called to do. It would be easier. Oh how easy it would be to put aside the “dark” chapter of my past, to move on as some well-meaning people have told me. Why keep wrestling with issues around drugs and alcohol and addiction and dependence and pain and the stories we tell? Life is good for me now. I could stop.
Yes, it would be easier to do that.
But I don’t do easy and the story is not over and I am still here.Read More