Whispering Wyrd

When I was on benzos, and alcohol before that, I lived in anger.
I was drowning my mind and my heart in chemicals every day, and it took a heavy toll.

Getting off alcohol was difficult, but getting off benzos was far harder.
It broke me down, but the healing that followed has been worth every struggle.
Now my mind is clear. I can finally face and process the things that the drugs buried so deeply.

Every time I step outside now feels like a blessing.
I hear the ravens call across the sky, breathe the clean, mountain air,
and look to the ridges that I call my Lyfjaberg, my Healing Mountain.
These mountains, these paths, have become my cathedrals.

I sit among the pines and firs and listen to the wind, to the wildlife,
and to the quiet voice in my own heart.
It has taken 60 years,
but I can finally say that I am truly happy.

Yes, the waves still come, echoes of withdrawal, reminders of the past…
but they are fewer, gentler, farther between.
Now, I live each day in gratitude.
Regret has no hold on me anymore!

I speak my worries out loud to the Earth,
and somehow, I always receive an answer.

I am grateful for this healing, for this new joy,
and above all, for my wife and sons,
whose love carried me from darkness into light.

From the mountains, I’ve learned strength and stillness.
From the ravens, freedom.
From the forests, persistence.
And from the rivers, adaptability and flow.

Wherever you are,
whatever you’re going through,
I wish you peace, strength,
and good health.

Buck