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My name is Nicky Young and I’ve written a book series from my journals of what it was like growing up in a family battling alcoholism. My experience is told through a love story that helped to save me from a life is mistrust, fear, and embracing the gloriousness of intimacy.
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It seems like the appropriate time to talk about stability.
For this survivor of family addiction and trauma, having it meant everything.
How did I reach it? How do I have it all these years later when the walls seem to shake around me?
Here is one tip I’ve found invaluable, even when all I wanted was to shut down:
Keep reaching out!
All too often I let relationships come and go in my life, from family to friends. Reaching back to them, taking the ...
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THREE GUILTY FEELINGS WHEN TRYING TO BECOME INDEPENDENT
There are several memories that flash through my head when I remember moments that I disappointed my family. I don’t know why I hold onto them so tightly. Are these the things that keep us wound up?
It’s harder to forgive myself than it is to forgive others.
My grandmother was dying. I didn’t know it, but she was. Her last few months of life were spent at my parents’ house. She ...
Continue Reading →In a horror movie, no eyes generally means a serial killer is on the loose, or perhaps Jeepers Creepers 3 is being made (remember that one?).
In business, it might mean we’re dealing with a cold, hardened executive who has seen enough conmen and women to last his or her lifetime.
In my family of addiction, hollow eyes meant dad was gone to the liquid amber seduction of alcohol, and mom was numb, entering into her codependent life.
In Fire Heart, novel 2 ...
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Yes, I’m into my fifties now. Hooray! Each morning I look for another line on my lips. Soon I’ll give up. Maybe there will be so many of them they’ll combine to form a nice new lip again. Yes, I’m kidding.
Somehow women in their fifties seem to get lost, don’t they? We’re not climbing the ladder any longer, and certainly can’t claim any resemblance, physically or otherwise to our thirties and forties.
We’re almost or are done with parenting, but we’re ...
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