by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 31, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I needed a rod in my leg. That was the beginning of the end. I took ten pain pills a day and got hooked. I started shooting Dilaudid after that. Dilaudid didn’t last long, but I loved the warm, fuzzy feeling. Every dollar I had went to drugs, and how much I...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 30, 2022 | A Southern Soul
Tornados cut paths of snapped trees and flattened homes, scattering photographs, insulation, and children’s art work for miles. After floods, sofas, refrigerators, books, clothes, stuffed animals, and curtains are left by the curb. Lifetimes of belongings are...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 28, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“My mom said that when I was 11 years old, I picked up a wine cooler at a family picnic and downed it in front of her. I was regularly drinking by age 14 and had a drinking problem by age 16. I didn’t care because drinking helped me with everything. I felt less...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 21, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I overdosed on fentanyl three times, but Narcan brought me back from the dead each time. I started using drugs when I was 18, trying to numb a traumatic childhood. I was sexually abused by my stepbrother when I was a child. I was depressed and started taking...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 14, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I learned how to play chess in the state penitentiary. Guys there played it all day to pass the time and keep their minds going. I watched them and started learning. I traded my breakfast tray for chess lessons. I will lose two out of three games, but I will win...
