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OnceAWeirdKid
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Hi! I'm 27year old female, born in a Russian orphanage and adopted to Sweden as a baby. I have struggled through life and have real lived experience with most tragic things. But I'm also a positive person who believes there is good in this world. And when we take care of each other give give others opportunity to send it forward. I don't judge anyone for anything but I do want each person to be held accountable for their own actions including me for my own. 

I will leave you with one of my poems mirroring the 12 steps of recovery but in a poem and with my own words which excludes God and spirituality. 

I confess my powerlessness,

To the dysfunctional parents,

Who made me feel like I didn’t belong,

And that everything I did was wrong,


I’ve come to understand,

That only I can give me grace,

Because the power they made,

And nobody would come to my aid.


I decided to take back control,

Over myself and will,

Now I’m in my own care,

I’m awake and aware.


I’ve searched my head for what it’s for,

I searched my heart fearlessly,

Painstakingly questioned my morals,

Hoping another spring will be floral. 


Admitted my faults,

Not only to myself,

I got others involved,

But there is no quick fix to resolve.


I have come to terms with my fate,

I have accepted my mistakes,

And seen my defects,

And how my actions effect.


I humbled myself as I begged to question, 

Myself to remove my wrongs, 

So I can reach a life where I belong,

I seek in myself to become strong. 


I made a list of the people I hurt,

I searched for them on high alert,

I confess my sins to my power,

Cared for it like a flower.


I tried to make it right for them all,

I confess my sins and tried to heal the scars,

Where I can I find compassion,

Redemption is my newest fashion.

I continue to work to be my best self,

Looking inward and admitting,

When I’m wrong or in my feelings,

My sins are in proceedings.


I searched through mindfulness and meditation,

To come in contact with myself,

So I can become a better version of a person,

And working on becoming positive and assertion.



When this thinking has awoken my better self,

I try to pay it forward and try to help,

This is giving you hope and strength to carry on,

Welcome to an emotional marathon.


Thank you!
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Mirroring 12 steps in a poem without God or spirituality
Addiction Support / by OnceAWeirdKid
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22 hours ago
...See more So I am a recovering addict and an "adult child" In my meetings we are working with 12 steps. I personally cannot stand it because I don't believe in any higher power and I have trauma deeply connected to God and spirituality so the 12 steps makes me FURIOUS. So I re-wrote them for myself and then I made it into a poem. And this is the end result. I confess my powerlessness, To the dysfunctional parents, Who made me feel like I didn’t belong, And that everything I did was wrong. I’ve come to understand, That only I can give me grace, Because the power they made, And nobody would come to my aid. I decided to take back control, Over myself and will, Now I’m in my own care, I’m awake and aware. I’ve searched my head for what it’s for, I searched my heart fearlessly, Painstakingly questioned my morals, Hoping another spring will be floral. Admitted my faults, Not only to myself, I got others involved, But there is no quick fix to resolve. I have come to terms with my fate, I have accepted my mistakes, And seen my defects, And how my actions effect. I humbled myself as I begged to question, Myself to remove my wrongs, So I can reach a life where I belong, I seek in myself to become strong. I made a list of the people I hurt, I searched for them on high alert, I confess my sins to my power, Cared for it like a flower. I tried to make it right for them all, I confess my sins and tried to heal the scars, Where I can I find compassion, Redemption is my newest fashion. I continue to work to be my best self, Looking inward and admitting, When I’m wrong or in my feelings, My sins are in proceedings. I searched through mindfulness and meditation, To come in contact with myself, So I can become a better version of a person, And working on becoming positive and assertion. When this thinking has awoken my better self, I try to pay it forward and try to help, This is giving you hope and strength to carry on, Welcome to an emotional marathon.