Category: Addiction & Recovery
I used to roll out of bed and meditate in my room.
However, in August of 2020, my boy died in his sleep of an overdose after years of struggle with mental health and addiction. From that day to now, I’ve gone into his room every morning to read and meditate. It helps me claim that space, my grief, and my memories of him. Of course, it has not improved my taste in pajamas.
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