Hi, I’m Sharon.

      I wrote My Worth while not only struggling with addiction, but also with severe anxiety and depression. Addiction was used as a coping mechanism but it also lead to more shame which fueled the depression and anxiety like gasoline on a fire. It was a vicious cycle that brought me lower and lower. I couldn’t get out of it. I couldn’t imagine any way that things could change because I was in so much pain. I was praying for help but I felt like God wasn’t listening to me.        One night, as I lay awake on the floor between my bed and the wall — I had made a sort of nest there and it helped to calm me — I decided to write down what I was feeling. I had the thought to do it as a poem. It turned out to be a great distraction from the anxiety I was feeling. It also helped put things into perspective. I knew that God loved me and wanted the best for me and as I wrote I tried to remember that. I tried to think about th...

There are demons that live in the dark lonely places.  They whisper and sneer with big leers on their faces.  They know where to hit me and when I am down,  They tell me I’m worthless , I won’t wear the crown.  But my Father, He sent me with promise to earth. He told me He loved me, to remember my worth.  He sent down my Brother, the pathway to find, To lead me and guide me cause I’m walking blind.  Do I always remember? Unfortunately, no.  I sometimes forget when the demons take hold.  The pathway’s not easy, those devils abound  They taunt me and trick me and knock me to ground.  Yes, demons surround me I fight with my might. At times I’m discouraged, my goal out of sight.  They push me and pull me to places unknown. I’m far from my Father I can’t see His throne.  My Brother’s soft voice I then hear through the din. “It’s for you that I died, for you I did win.” “For yo...

I may not be quite like the others you’ll meet,  Though we all look alike from our heads to our feet.  I don’t see life in quite the way that you do, Full of promise, of hope and of friendship true.  These things, you see, can all cause great pain,  From the new friend you meet, to the cool summer rain.  They are lovely, sweet and refreshing to start, But friendship and rain can both break your heart.  As the cool summer rain brings the first glimpse of fall, So a friendship in peril hurts greatest of all.  All nature seems sad when the leaves they all die,  So a friend who’s in pain brings great tears to your eye.  It should be no wonder why I abhor pain, But I, just like nature, cannot avoid rain.  I try not to advertise times I am scared,  But sometimes it shows when my thoughts are impaired.  I try to block pain with thick walls all around  I build up great castles or ...

          Recently, I felt like it was necessary to start blogging. I’ve been going through the process of recovery from addiction for many years now. It has only been recently that I’ve really began to have breakthroughs and longer lasting sobriety. I have always known that this was something that I couldn’t do myself, but I’ve always struggled to include God in the process. I’m writing this blog share my experiences and one of my new coping mechanisms in life, poetry. This was a discovery that I made even while I was still entrenched in addiction. The change in my life has been so drastic that abstinence isn’t a white knuckle fight. I have no more desire to follow after it. I never imagined that it could be possible. But it is!!!           I’m a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Though I’m not perfect, I am trying every day to be better. Some days are more successful t...