tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274936786218589411.post1611691462982527740..comments2014-07-15T19:48:31.424-07:00Comments on The Land Of Hunger: RIP MaryNinja Grrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346471371536815134noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274936786218589411.post-36372883304362336152011-03-16T06:32:03.840-07:002011-03-16T06:32:03.840-07:00Anonymous: I marvel time and again that I ever got...Anonymous: I marvel time and again that I ever got sober. All the odds were against me. I bleed for my brothers and sisters in this disease, stigmatized, ostracized, and punished with a cruelty that is the opposite of justice: and I will fight for justice for all of us still lost in the fog until I die. It burns my heart every fucking day.<br /><br />Menzie: no, I didn't stay in touch with her: I went back to my tour of shelters, crackhouses and sleeping in the dirt for quite a while after that. I have thought about her, and House Mouse, and a few other women there every day for years now. I think about jail every day when I can open the door and breathe fresh air whenever I want to. Do you realize what a complex smell air is? It is impossible to remember with accuracy: it is such a privilege, to breathe it today. I'm not sure what happened with her case: she was out at the time of her death. She committed suicide. (I have been sitting here at the keyboard after I typed that, full of feeling and at a loss for words.) She needed HELP, kindness, a break of some kind: she got nothing. <br /><br />Maybe what saved me was the ability to cling like hell to every small goodness, to focus on it, to retell the story of my life in my own head over and over until I could see those moments even more than the pain. It is no great strength in me, it was just a great determination from the time I was very young, that I would not lose myself to the rage. It is still there, thrumming just under my skin: every survivor feels it, and I'm sure anyone else can imagine it. So I had to feed myself something else, too. When I was 6 I thought of the rage as being something that would take away my "colors". I still fight to feed that part of me, my spirit or whatever you want to call it.<br /><br />Thank you guys for reading this. <3Ninja Grrrlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08346471371536815134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274936786218589411.post-85018447368648650652011-03-15T21:23:55.827-07:002011-03-15T21:23:55.827-07:00the love IS in the giving.
Absolutely, it is.the love IS in the giving.<br /><br />Absolutely, it is.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274936786218589411.post-69637418508748975552011-03-15T16:05:17.441-07:002011-03-15T16:05:17.441-07:00You had stayed in touch with her? What eventually...You had stayed in touch with her? What eventually happened with her case? It is certainly true that the rich get justice in this country and the poor get screwed.Menziehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06807735453489594529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274936786218589411.post-90386414677678353032011-03-15T15:55:50.568-07:002011-03-15T15:55:50.568-07:00Way to often people who are addicts are misunderst...Way to often people who are addicts are misunderstood.They say that this is what we choose to do and how we want to live our lives.In reality,most addicts have some kind of trauma in there past lives that they don't know how else to deal with.And most of the times,there is no one there to show them the right way and advocate for them.By the time someone (if there is someone) comes in there lives that understands where they are coming from,it is more than often too late.The damage is done and it takes a long time, If in all possible to reverse it.<br />The only thing that I can say is, that even thou she passed on and there is a void.She is in peace now. I hope you find comfort in that.HugAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com