Last.Damn.Call

Have any skeletons in your closet? I do. Not as many I used to. I want to help you mold all those bones into one BIG scary skeleton. Now, take a tiny bone. Maybe a pinky finger. Make your peace, confess a wrong, admit a fault, apologize to someone, ask for forgiveness. Give that bone a proper burial. Say all the things you need to say. Wish it well. Say a prayer. Lay it to rest. Don’t try to bury the whole damn thing at once. That’s too much. Too overwhelming. My name is Lindsey Cox, and I am a recovering alcoholic. Through my life experiences, exploration of trauma, a boat load of excuses for my past behaviors, and lots of research, I want to help you bury all those nasty bones that haunt you on a daily basis. Maybe on an hourly basis. The intention of this blog is to help you heal from whatever Boogeyman lurks in the darkest corners of your life. From your past. From your present. Haunts your dreams. We can be grave diggers together down a dark, murky path, where there is indeed light peeking through at the other end.

lindseymariecox2024@gmail.com

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