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This is the 3rd of a Trilogy of Leon’s Journey through the madness of his addiction. From Primrose Tower, to Erdington… To his Last Stop. Click on the titles to read them or the links will feature at the end… Continue Reading →
This is the 3rd of a Trilogy of Leon’s Journey through the madness of his addiction. From Primrose Tower, to Erdington… To his Last Stop. Click on the titles to read them or the links will feature at the end… Continue Reading →
Click here for Part One of Leon’s Story – Primrose Tower Trigger Warning: Contains coarse language, sex, drug use with paraphernalia and homelessness. I grab a box of vodka, and I’m off home to get smashed with my new partner… Continue Reading →
This is the 2nd of a Trilogy of Leon’s Journey through the madness of his addiction. From Erdington to Primrose Tower… To his Last Stop. Click on the titles to read them or the links will feature at the end… Continue Reading →
This is the beginning of a Trilogy of Leon’s Journey through the madness of his addiction. From Primrose Tower, to Erdington… To this, The Last Stop. Click on the titles to read them or the links will feature at the… Continue Reading →
For Part 1 of Adam’s Story ‘Searching For Home’ click here. How did I even come to carry a knife? Let me rewind a bit. When I was finally released from youth offenders I was released on tag and went… Continue Reading →
All names have been changed to protect the identity of the storyteller and the people involved. These words are written by me but spoken by Adam in a series of conversations over a period of time. Adam’s story is not… Continue Reading →
My name is Jodie… and I am an addict. I have been saying that sentence for over ten years but have never written it. I have been clean for 10 years and counting. My story starts similar to any other… Continue Reading →
Trigger Warning: Subjects of domestic violence, emotional abuse, sexual assault, drug & alcohol addiction. Names have been changed. This chapter tells the story of my beautiful little human being brought into the world. At 18 I was deeply involved in… Continue Reading →
A long long time ago I can still remember how things used to make me smile. But that was then, and this and now, alone again after a blazing row, I wonder if I’ll ever smile again. February you… Continue Reading →