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  • 032 – It’s Hard to Kill a Heart Like Mine

    June 14th, 2026

    It’s a strange thing when you realize your father went missing, years after the fact.

    He went missing, but he never actually left.

    Walking, talking, breathing, and yet he’d been missing for years. Because he never learned how to be there.

    Now, here I am at 41 years old. Doing my best to learn how to be here, not for others but for myself. The product of a father who never knew how to love. So he could never teach it.

    Because you can’t give what you don’t have.

    My father was taught that love made you vulnerable. Vulnerability was a weakness and weakness was unacceptable. And that core belief was buried so deep, I wonder if he was ever able to see what it was and where it was coming from.

    I don’t think he was ever able to see what a beautiful opportunity he had. The opportunity to heal. To give love. To receive love. And to bask in the comfort and warmth that love would bring.

    Somewhere along my life journey, I began to see it. I am not weak. I am not unfixable. I am not to be locked away and hidden.

    I have a beautiful opportunity.

    But it isn’t as simple as reaching out and snatching it. Healing is elusive. Healing is the sword in the stone. There are a thousand old thoughts buried deep in my mind that will rise from the dead at the first hint of danger.

    “They seem irritable. You must have done something.”

    “It’s your fault. You need to fix this.”

    “You need to leave before they hurt you. Because they ARE going to hurt you.”

    “Run. Run. Run. Run.”

    The pathway to healing is treacherous. Some days it would be too easy to go back to the man I once was.

    The difference between me before and me now, is that now I know I CAN. And I want it more than anything.

    We are not weak. We are capable.

    We are not unfixable. We are learning to heal.

    We are not to be locked away and hidden. We are to be loved and celebrated.

    I have been torn up and I’ve been called blind. But it doesn’t have to be that way any longer.

    It’s hard to kill a heart like mine.

  • 031 – The Day That You Stop Running

    June 6th, 2026

    She promises me that I don’t
    have to be this way forever

    That there is a light
    at the end of this journey

    If only I continue
    to put one foot
    in front of the other

    There is a strange beauty
    in the zig-zag array of cuts
    that cross my heart
    from one side to the other

    Front to back,
    sliced top to bottom

    “One day at a time,” she says

    But sometimes the days are long
    and darker than the nights

    Many of the cuts
    were made by her hand

    But it seems many more
    were made by my own

    One foot in front of the other

    One day at a time

    Breathe

    Just breathe

    I must remain with myself
    even at my worst

  • 030 – Ephesians 4:32

    May 21st, 2026

    Dear God,
    I was so small.
    What could I have done?

    YOU WERE YOUNG, MY CHILD.
    THERE IS NOTHING
    YOU COULD HAVE DONE.

    But God,
    I felt so weak.
    What could I have said?

    YOU WERE VOICELESS, MY CHILD.
    THERE IS NOTHING
    YOU COULD HAVE SAID.

    But God,
    I felt so broken.
    How could I have known?

    THEY SAID NOTHING, MY CHILD.
    THERE WAS NO WAY
    YOU COULD HAVE KNOWN.

    But God,
    It still hurts so much.
    What am I to do?

    FORGIVE THEM
    FOR THEIR TRESPASS
    AS I’VE FORGIVEN YOU.

    YOU’RE NOT AT FAULT.
    YOU DID NO WRONG.
    I GAVE YOU PAIN
    TO MAKE YOU STRONG.

  • 029 – Lonely As I Am, Together We Cry

    May 20th, 2026

    I was watching a YouTube video detailing the symptoms and behaviors of adult children of alcoholics. Midway through, the host began explaining how children trapped in an alcoholic household feel like they’re walking a tightrope between love and hate.

    There was something about the way she said it, that ripped out a piece of me. As a child, I could never quite trust my father’s expressions of love and approval. No matter how sincere they seemed, they would always, ALWAYS come crashing down. I would be left sprawled out on the ground, wondering what I had done wrong this time.

    Eventually I learned it was best to just stay quiet. Stay invisible. Being seen meant being hurt.

    For a minute or two, all those emotions came flooding back. The burden was too heavy. And so I cried.

    And that’s okay. I had to tell myself I was safe. Nobody was here that could hurt me. It was just me and my inner child. I reminded him that it was okay to cry.

    It’s okay to cry.

    It’s okay to cry.

    Give yourself the freedom to hurt. Let yourself process. Hold yourself. Love yourself.

    It’s okay to cry.

  • 028 – That’s Me In the Corner

    May 18th, 2026

    Truly, there are times when I still feel very broken. I feel like the dung beetle, rolling the waste of my life up a steep and muddy slope. One step forward, then slide.

    In all honesty, this is incredibly shortsighted. There was a time when I couldn’t control my drinking. I spent the whole of my days in a full on panic, smothered and choking on a whirlwind of emotions I wasn’t even able to name.

    I didn’t know what I was feeling. All I knew was I was afraid. All the time. Yet, I couldn’t admit it.

    Well, I’m here to tell you I’m still afraid. I’m afraid in new ways. A little less over here. A little more over there. I’m afraid of change. I’m afraid of love. I’m afraid of trying my hardest and still failing. I’m afraid of losing people. I’m afraid the people I love don’t actually love me back.

    I’m afraid of losing myself.

    And yet, buried in the smallest corner, in the darkness where only a single sliver of light can get in…

    …is hope.

    Hope for healing. Hope for recovery. Hope that some day, by the grace of God, I will learn to love myself.

    And I won’t need anybody to tell me that I’m okay. I’ll already know.

    It’s a long, arduous process. The child in me is still overcoming the abuse he went through all those years ago.

    But there is a solution. And I’ve had a taste of it.

    I go forward and I slip back. Sometimes it seems like I slip so far, I’m almost back at the bottom again.

    I’ve seen the light in the darkness. God help me, I’ve seen it. And I believe it can be mine.

    If no one has told you they love you today, I love you. And whatever you’ve done, or think you’ve done, I forgive you.

    That goes for you too, inner child.

  • 027 – Finding the Time to Write in this Crazy, Wild World

    December 26th, 2025

    I am blessed enough to have the day after Christmas off. My future wife, who’s a full-time vampire, has to work today. In order to save our daughter from the treachery that is the babysitter, we all decided that she would stay the night at my place.

    It’s been a fantastic day. I had time to go for a walk before Jasmine woke up. My brother and his girlfriend came up from Colorado. We all went to lunch at the hospital where Kim works, where we spent a good hour eating and talking casually. We even ran into a few of the church folk who were there to visit Kim’s sister.

    On a side note: Jacque (pronounced Jackie), you are in our prayers, and we hope you get over your flu soon. We are all a bit vulnerable right now, otherwise we would have come up to your room to visit.

    It’s been a good holiday. It’s been a busy holiday. This is my fourth entry in two days. So where do I find the time?

    It’s been a process, definitely. I’ve had to get over my self-taught belief that I’m supposed to finish a blog in one sitting. I do the same thing with the dishes. And that’s exactly why I end up with a pile of dishes at least once a month.

    “It’s just one dish. Wash it.”

    “Yeah but it’s just one dish. I can do it next time. Two dishes aren’t that much either.”

    I completely negate the fact that I can easily do a few, and come back for the rest at a later time. I have to remind myself that it’s allowed.

    I do that with a lot of things. I’m convinced that I’m not allowed to take breaks. If I can’t do it all at once, I don’t know how to do it at all. And I have no idea where it came from.

    Which is why I decided to sit down in front of this computer at the local library. I get thirty minutes to write. In 6 more minutes, I either save my work, or I lose it all.

    It’s exhilarating, really. I tend to write well when it’s do or die.

    So how have I found the time to write four blog entries on Christmas and the day after?

    I walk away. I focus on what’s in front of me, not what’s in the other room. Or the man who’s singing a song of apology behind me as he walks down the stairwell. I write until my window of opportunity passes. Then I save what I have, and come back to it later.

    It’s incredibly simple. And productive. When I can get over myself.

    Is it ego? Is it pride? Is it fear? Does it come from some deep-seated childhood trauma that was taught to me by one of the broken adults in my life?

    Yes. But that’s okay. Because I am allowed to learn. And I am allowed to heal.

    Thirty seconds left. Now ten.

    Save draft. And GO!

    Wow, I actually got it done…

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  • 026 – Creativity is in the Eye of the Beholder (Daily Prompt)

    December 25th, 2025

    How are you creative?

    If I told you I was creative, would that make me creative?

    If you thought I was creative, and you told a friend I was creative, would that make me creative?

    Who knows?

    I picture myself as a particle from the famous Double-Slit Experiment (Wikipedia link here for those who aren’t familiar), maybe I’m not anything unless I’m observed.

    Or maybe I’m more like Shrödinger’s Cat. Maybe I’m everything until I’m observed.

    Or until my writing is observed, at least. Thankfully, I’m not faced with this dilemma often!

    Truly, I would love to be considered creative. I would love to be talked about. And I would love it if you hit the like and subscribe buttons. But I’m just someone who puts feelings into words and tries to help others.

    Because for me, that is where the real blessing is.


    If no one has told you they love you today, I love you. Thank you for being a part of my life journey ❤️

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  • 025 – Long Live the Lonely (Free Ebook Promotion)

    December 25th, 2025

    As a small thank you to all my subscribers, followers, casual readers, and friends, my poetry collection Long Live the Lonely: Poetry and Prose for Melancholy Souls, will be free to download from Amazon, starting December 26th.

    This is a 24-hour promotion, so don’t hesitate! Please note that Amazon will only allow you to download the book through their website.

    While you’re floating around, click some like buttons. Leave a comment. Follow my Instagram at neverstaybrok3n. And if you see a subscribe or follow button anywhere, click it. Before it clicks you.

    If no one has told you they love you today, I love you. Thank you for being a part of my life journey ❤️

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  • 024 – Banishing my Christmas Ghosts

    December 25th, 2025

    When I was a child, my family wasn’t allowed to be a part of Christmas. Because of this, I hated the holiday.

    I felt different, separate, and cast out.

    It wasn’t because we were poor. My family just didn’t believe in holidays.

    But it went beyond the presents and decorations. There were no Christmas cookies. No carols. No greeting cards. Nobody was allowed to say “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Holidays”.

    When I became an adult, I ignored Christmas. It was just another day to me. But inside, I felt hollowed out.

    I felt isolated and lonely, even if I was in a room full of people. There was a shadow that surrounded me.

    I’m grateful today, because I don’t have to feel that anymore. It’s been a long and difficult journey.

    And I’m not finished yet.

    First I crawled. Then I walked. Now, I’m learning to run.

    And one day, my dear reader, I will fly.

    Would you like to soar with me?

    Merry Christmas to all who read this. Truly, you are in my heart.


    Thank you for reading, and for supporting my efforts to heal. I hope this has helped you in some way. May God bless you and keep you always ❤️

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  • 023 – Wreckage in my Wake

    December 14th, 2025

    At the end of service every Sunday, our pastor invites the members of our church to the front for personal prayer. At this time, some of the elders and deacons will ask us, individually, whatever prayers we need.

    In the last few months, I’ve been making myself step up front and allowing them to pray for me. I say making because I am proud and egotistical. I don’t like asking for help, because it makes me feel weak. Asking for help in front of others? It’s downright painful.

    Then there’s the voice from my childhood that says I don’t belong. Despite the fact that I want to, often desperately. I have to fight the deep-seated belief that I am not a part of, but apart from.

    As it happens, my fiancé’s sister is one of the people who offers prayer at the end of service. She knows a lot, and we rarely have to tell her what prayers we need. She’s always been pleasant and supportive. Not once have I ever heard a negative word from her when it comes to my engagement with Kim.

    And yet, I never quite expected the words that came out of her mouth.

    She thanked God for putting me in Kim’s life. For giving her sister the man that they’ve all been praying for her to have. And she called me a blessing.

    I truly conisder myself the lucky one. I never allowed it to sink in that I might be considered a blessing to someone else.

    During my drinking days, no one would have called me a blessing. I wasn’t anywhere near living up to my potential. People were praying for me to find my way. Probation was telling me to pull my head out of my (yep) or they would send me back. Friends were watching me collapse. Women would only get so close before they realized they couldn’t save me.

    I left wreckage in my wake. And there was no end in sight.

    Eventually, it all became painful enough for me to want to change. Just one toe in the water at first. But then slowly, in fearful increments, I began to allow a higher power to work in my life.

    Is this the answer for everyone? I don’t actually know. But I do know that is where it started for me. The idea that maybe, just maybe, there was something in this universe that could do a better job than me.

    That was all that was required to make my beginning.

    And I am grateful every day that I was able to allow that first little sliver of light to shine in.

    Thank you for reading, and for supporting my efforts to heal. I hope this has helped you in some way.

    If you’re curious about my poetry collections, please click the menu at the top of the page and select “books”. Each image will take you to the corresponding listing on Amazon.

    Thank you for being a part of my life journey. May God bless you and keep you always ❤️

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