Home Is Where the Bodies Are

by Jeneva Rose

She told me flowers reminded her of life—beautiful, delicate, and short-lived.

Other people are going to tell you no. They’re going to tell you that you can’t do something, you’re not good enough, you’re not worthy. You don’t need to do that. Don’t add to the noise. Because that’s all it is . . . noise. You be a voice, a voice for yourself.”

Addiction is like having your arm in a vise. You can’t loosen the grip. You can’t pull away. You just have to learn to live with it.

And it starts at home . . . because home is where the bodies are.’”