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- Herausgeber: Books on Demand
- Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
- Sprache: Englisch
I have no words left with so much to say. Words left unsaid. Words left unheard. Words only thought. Words only felt. I. Have. No. Words. Left. I’m out of words. But I can write those words. I’m planning for your funeral. I’ve done it for a while now. There’s a comfort in that. A release for my sorrow. This prose collection was born from my need of comfort. My need to put my feelings about my adult son’s addiction into words. The words comfort me, and I hope my words will give you comfort as well. With these words, I want you as a family member or friend to know that you’re not alone and there is no right or wrong in how we feel and what we feel. Your friend or family member’s addiction is not about you. It affects you too, and as family members or friends, we need to find a way to approach this to live a decent life, to find ways to cope that work for us. We will be using different coping mechanisms, but You have the right to live your life the way you want to, you have the right to be the lead role in your life. This prose collection will not help my son to get clean from his addiction, but it will help me breathe. This prose collection will not help my son to get clean from his addiction, but it will help me to breathe. I. Have. No. Words. Left. is the writer Anna Bergfors’ debut book. Anna is born 1969 and lives in Eskilstuna.
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Seitenzahl: 15
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
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Table of Contents
Prologue
I have no words left
The shadow
The mother of shame and guilt
Silence
Kidnapped
Away from life
Unable to feel
This constant absence
You get used to things
I see him everywhere
To close the door
What went wrong
You don’t want to ruin the mood
A pile of snow
Prologue
For Sebastian, Kevin and Joline.
This prose collection was born from my need of comfort.
My need to put my feelings about my adult son’s addiction into words.
To write is to breathe.
To write is to put words on your feelings so that they hurt less.
When I write, I can breathe, and my thoughts scatter.
Otherwise, the thoughts have this ability to eat you up, they chew and bite and they’re never silent, the thoughts churn and churn, different scenarios and perspectives.
Not a silent moment.
But when I write, they quiet down, settle and find their place.
To write is to get comfort, the words calm you down and the feelings are organized and understood.
The words comfort me, and I hope my words will give you comfort as well.
With these words, I want you as a family member or friend to know that you’re not alone and there is no right or wrong in how we feel and what we feel.
I want you to let go of all your feelings of shame and guilt, because it’s not your fault as a family member or friend that the addict has an addiction.
It’s pointless to talk about it being someone’s fault, to try to find a scapegoat, but it’s so easy to get stuck in it. We want to understand what happened, where did things go wrong?
