I’ve written many poems and articles about people who are takers. I decided to take a look at the people who continue to give. Is their need to be needed just as great as (if not greater than) the needs of those they continually try to help? This is a brief look into co-dependent relationships and their destructive consequences.

The dysfunctional monster that lives in my brain.

A muse about a man drowning in alcoholism and dying from liver disease.

Remembering the night I finally let myself understand how hopelessly co-dependent I’d become to my wife’s drug addiction. You may think this poem is sad. I don’t. I’m here to write it, what could be sad about that.