Multicultural CBT DBT

20/09/2025

15/09/2025

Let’s decrease the stigma on addiction. This article is very powerful!

“Recently, I read an article about the plague of fentanyl overdoses, and it broke my heart (again); I decided we must tell the truth. My son’s sister agrees. But his mother and stepfather prefer to maintain the lie.

“A few years ago, my son died from an accidental overdose when he took a fentanyl-laced pill. When we got the autopsy report, his mother (we are divorced) wanted to keep the cause of his death a secret. I was reluctant, but in the throes of grief did not make a stand for the truth. We lied and said his death was due to a bad heart.

“I believe we are morally obligated to speak out, even if belatedly, because it may save another family from tragedy. I am ashamed it has taken this long. Can I ethically go public with the real cause of my son’s death when his mother and stepfather are against it?” https://www.nytimes.com/2022/07/05/magazine/lying-overdose-fentanyl-ethics.html?smid=nytcore-ios-share&referringSource=articleShare

14/09/2025

So much of the pain I carry was never my choice. The losses of loved ones, retiring from the skies I adored, and the weight of living with so many medical conditions—none of that was something I would have chosen. And yet, instead of asking “why me?” I’ve always found myself saying, “why not me?”

What I’ve had to accept is this: the healing is mine. No one else can do it for me.

I can stay anchored in bitterness, replaying the losses and letting them keep me grounded. Or I can face them, one by one, and do the work to rise again.

Healing doesn’t mean it never happened. It means the grief and pain no longer dictate my altitude.

The wounds were never my fault. But the healing—that’s my responsibility. And when I choose it, I reclaim not only my life, but my wings.