Have Faith in the darkest of times..

(*Sub note, I by no means say that God must be your answer to this, I say that whatever it is your faith involves, whether it’s in yourself or worshipping a unicorn, replace where God is mentioned for the same effect, I just find my faith with him)

Thank God for each difficulty you face. Even if it seems so many surround you you are overwhelmed. Lean on your faith. I am personally asking, “Well, OK God, this isn’t the most ideal situation, but what it is that I need to learn from this? Why did I need to experience this to grow?” No matter how bad the circumstances are. The larger the load you carry and the longer you carry it, the stronger you become. So, THANKS, BE TO GOD for my current pain and heartache. THANKS, BE TO GOD that I have the strength through Christ to stand up for what I believe, despite what that costs me. I will never falter my morals to stand with the “IN CROWD” that is just simply not who I am. No matter how many situations I stand alone in, I know I have the Lord to guide me. I do not normally post these things, and I recently feel that I went from “Positive Princess” on Facebook, to “Negative Nancy”. For this, I apologize, but we must all accept our circumstances before moving forward. This is me, accepting. Thanks are to God for waking me up to another beautiful day, meanwhile my heart aches for so many who have not. My heart aches for their loved ones who will never be able to fill the void the loved one left behind. The love that they will never be able to give that person again. Our own selfishness of them not being there for our momentous life moments. Our selfishness of wanting them to have to stay to continue to suffer, despite them being called to the home, we will all eventually (well most) be called to, eventually. So, I ask, what are we to learn from these continued tragedies? What is the message? We cannot let our loved ones continue to die in vain. Ok, random long post over. Doubt many will read, but it felt nice to air this. Sorry, for those of you who find these types of posts “too heavy”…. keep scrolling! I should be back to the Princess of positivity soon. A couple more self-realizations to come before doing so. Peace out, and I thank all of my support-system, there are many days I may have decided to not be here, without you guys  BE THAT SUPPORT FOR OTHERS, my friends,

Gia Marie 2017 ©

Tragedy on a loop.

Tragedy is not a contest,

But, if it were, I might be able to compete.

My life is one tragedy after another,

on repeat.

It finds me no matter how far I run.

No matter how many times I scream, “I’M DONE!”

I cannot take anymore!

Can I not just breathe a normal breath of air?

I do not ask for this despair,

Each time I ache just the same.

Each time it’s harder to bear the pain.

I feel like the weight of the world rests upon my shoulders,

I look in front of me and I can only see more boulders.

I am afraid soon I will break.

My heart can only withstand so much weight before it dissipates.

Gia Marie 2017 ©

Stand back.

Who I am, depends.

It depends on tomorrow,

what is my next trial?

upcoming lesson?

I will grow this way or that.

Depending on each decision,

increasing in precision.

Making my life worth living.

Here comes one more tribulation…

can I not get an emotional vacation?

I cannot handle another death..

I am running out of tears,

there are almost none left.

What is the next test?

One more stab from a stranger,

never running out of danger.

Occasionally this evolves into anger.

Before I take another step,

I must take a deep breath…

Gia Marie 2017 ©

To be ok.

Today I just want to be OK.

I am tired of feeling unwell.

I am tired of feeling different.

I am just tired.

I am tired of the endless mental strain of addiction,

constantly being surrounded by my old habits,

Saying no to socially acceptable alcohol

thus, creating a racket.

NO? Why not?

Tired of having to explain,

it’s none of your business,

it’s none of your pain.

I am tired of this endless pressure weighing on my chest,

like there is a part of me attempting to claw itself out,

and until then, I will never feel rest.

I constantly feel the weight, like I am about to suffocate.

I am tired of worrying.

about everything.

and everyone.

The earthquake across the world,

my friend is going through a divorce,

I am the sole support for a plethora of people,

there are so many people still sick and suffering from addiction.

We are literally responsible for destroying our planet, 

and have done so in less than a century.

There are so many problems that already have solutions.

But our continued through the generation’s, 1% chooses to line their pockets instead of save mankind.

I am tired of all the pain.

I am tired of all the sadness.

I am tired.

Can’t I not get a parking ticket today?

Or not simultaneously get splashed by an ongoing car?

I am tired.

Today, I just want to be OK.

Can I please just catch a break…

Gia Marie 2017 ©



Overdose. Enough is enough.

Tonight my heart aches as I think of how many people I have lost during my 20s. Tuesday night I received a phone call informing me yet another one of my classmates, that I had known since middle school, had passed on. I had not seen her in a couple years, but we were relatively close in my late teens and early 20s. She ran in the same crowd I did, and continued to through the years. It was another drug overdose. My hometown county has suffered an incredible amount of loss in the last few years due to opiate overdoses. I have now come to realize that very few of the people that I hung out with prior to my sobriety (I will celebrate 5 wonderful years March 14th) are alive, and if they are, they are using opiates. Opiates were becoming increasingly popular towards the end of my drug years, but I was never one for a downer. I was more like, “life of the party” type, who enjoyed dancing and uppers. But, this realization has taken a drastic effect on me. I feel guilty for escaping this circumstance, for making it out. I feel guilty, for every success that I have acquired since then. addictionaI know this is not necessary, and I should not feel this way, but none the less, I do. It does, however, ignite the fire within to a blazing glory, where it has yet only been a campfire. I will help those who are still sick and suffering from the disease of addiction. They will get to experience the second chance that I was granted in this life. I am blessed beyond words for the ability to have a second shot. I am SO THANKFUL that I made it OUT. But, how can I help those I left behind? I will continue on my path upward, I will continue advocating for the voices that go unheard in that county and my current one. I would love to find an incredible, preventative method to stop this epidemic from continuing. I KNOW due to hours-upon-hours of research on the opiate epidemic, several papers, and several presentations that my county does not stand alone with this issue.  WHY ARE WE NOT TALKING ABOUT IT. WHY DO WE CONTINUE TO TRUST THE ANSWER IS OPIATES FOR PAIN MANAGEMENT. WHY are we not paying attention to the pharmaceutical company pockets that are getting lined by the deaths of our loved ones. WHY has this not been declared a state of emergency by the CDC?! I intend on making this a household conversation, enough is enough. addiction-quotes-addiction-in-the-usSomething has to be done. So, what can you do? Write your legislature, talk to your schools, talk to local social workers, seek out addiction specialists and non-profits. Join together, talk about it, the dangers of it. EDUCATE the masses on the addictive properties of controlled substances. Get a second opinion, when seeing a doctor. This epidemic is not something that effects “low-lives” as people tend to stigmatize, but the actual highest percentage of users are middle-class white males. (I would be happy to provide academic journals demonstrating this upon request) They start out on prescription opiates than they become addicted, they move to non-prescription opiates (they lost their prescription) and graduate to heroin due to the expensive cost of the pill form. Doctors are literally prescribing pills that are stronger than heroin, does no one see what’s wrong with that picture?

*For more information about current drug use in America visit:

National Institute of Drug Abuse

Gia Marie 2017 ©