A poem for my family :)

Hoping for Recovery

By: Erin 

Mother and Father I love you so

I was your princess, my King and Queen

Brother and Sisters I love you so

I was your comrade, my partners in crime

Hugs and Kisses – laughter too

Dancing and spinning, singing and talking

Darkness fell one horrid night

ED attacked, and terror jumped inside our home

 Ugly words, fear, hate and blame

Tears were never-ending

Exhaustion, frustration, anger

Exhaustion, frustration, anger

Exhaustion, frustration, anger

I ran from you and the darkness of our home

….darkness followed

At times terror consumed my very being

I wanted you, your warm embrace

You rescued me a number of times…. But tensions always returned

It is not until now

After facing the darkness

Do I see your Love

Was there always

Each day

Holding your breath

Hoping for

Recovery

What treatment is for me.

Treatment

By: Erin 

It is some days my saving grace

It is at times a distressing place

It is on occasion a kind reminder

It is sometimes a fault finder

It is sometimes my friend, my support

It is some days not such a kind sort

The people I have met along the way

Have definitely helped me to stay

They have held my hand, and let me cry

They know that it’s tough, and help me comply

Family Service, Varner house, RMH, and Remuda too

All I have sought treatment, and you have seen me through

I know treatment will never really come to an end

Not for those, whose life shows this struggle and trend

But as I grow, change, and learn what I need, my treatment will definitely change and bend

So while I’ve settled in, prepared for the ride

I’ll do my best to take it in stride

Constantly getting better at taking care of me, on the inside

And when it’s hard, long and tiring

I’ll remember those people mentioned above because they are inspiring

Treatment is tough, long and difficult too

But if you’re like me, you know it’s not optional because it saved my life and got me through