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This article talks about three areas of focus when doing a social work assessment of a person who is suffering from Alcoholism.
As Jessie's relationship with her alcoholic father deteriorates she makes a life changing decision. But, is it too late for her after all?
Based off the poem from The Perks of Being a Wallflower, although it is not strictly about the film or book it follows the same kind of structure.
Catharsis, is an anthology of short stories, flash fiction and prose I have written about surviving incest. The women portrayed here are all based on people I met during my time running an organization for survivors. The names have been changed to protect those who have been victimized enough,...
Hopefully a help for those in need of it.
By Catherine Lockwood
*Contains strong language*
A mother confronts her past to battle alcoholism - while her daughter battles to hide their secret.
For more than two decades, mother-of-three Catherine lives a double life. She had been an actress, but leaves her ambitions behind after her children come along.
Novel | Updated Aug 8, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Carson, a special agent for a hidden department in the CIA contemplates just what his life has become.
Short Story | Updated Jul 17, 2014 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
A sad poem about death and self destruction.
My Name is Gemma Kendall is a short story written in first person, present tense. It is a piece of literary fiction which focuses on dark themes such as bullying, depression, alcoholism and crime. The story is written as a stream of consciousness; the narratorâ€™s thoughts and opinions are...
By Nik Johnson
Anecdotes of a compulsive lying, thieving, drug addicted alcoholic.
A story written for Health Class.
Essay | Updated May 16, 2014 | Reads: 32 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
A poem about the world's most common dependence.
By Mary Kate Decraene
In March, 1995 an emergency room doctor told Dad he only had twelve hours to live if he did not have his leg amputated. He refused to have the surgery. As my sisters and I sat helplessly in the waiting room at Cook County Hospital pondering his fate I could not help but wonder, â€œHow the...
shey doesn't have a drinking problem-- does he?
This is the first part of a writing series I am working on that basically involves looking into the dark parts of my past and then closing the door on them. A kind of self-therapy exercise, if you will.
Poetry | Updated Mar 2, 2014 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0