A year without you
I am reminded of what brought me to Nacoa this time a year ago.
I am reminded of what brought me to Nacoa this time a year ago.
Death of a parent
Why I don’t miss my Dad at Christmas
Last Christmas was my first without my Dad.
Last Christmas was my first without my Dad.
I am the daughter of an alcoholic
You should always remember it is just as physically and emotionally draining for the carer as it is for the addicted.
You should always remember it is just as physically and emotionally draining for the carer as it is for the addicted.
A letter from mum
‘A healing letter, an approach known as “transactional writing”‘
‘A healing letter, an approach known as “transactional writing”‘
Addiction: The elephant in the room
‘It’s more than shame – it’s a secret shame.’
‘It’s more than shame – it’s a secret shame.’
A daughter’s story
‘I walked on egg shells during my late teenage years. Mum never admitted it.’
‘I walked on egg shells during my late teenage years. Mum never admitted it.’
It can happen to anyone
‘Having an addicted parent is something that can happen to anyone. It happened to me.’
‘Having an addicted parent is something that can happen to anyone. It happened to me.’
My mother was unflinchingly strong and alive
For everyone that has ever felt like I did; alone, helpless and overwhelmed, I would like to say that you are not strange, guilty or failing.
For everyone that has ever felt like I did; alone, helpless and overwhelmed, I would like to say that you are not strange, guilty or failing.
Sunflowers
I wish I could let her know that I am okay.
I wish I could let her know that I am okay.
If I was a good girl, then she’d be happy
My Mum’s alcoholism was a secret kept by me, my Dad, and my Mum.
My Mum’s alcoholism was a secret kept by me, my Dad, and my Mum.
