Barbara Rhyne-Tucker's Page

This is part of my story. Strange thing is, the more I write about my life the more I realize that many of my seeming "choices" were not really choices at all. My life is composed of a curious mix of outside influences and happenings over which I had no control. I asked a friend of mine "when do I stop being a mathematical equation, a statistic, and start being me? When are my choices really choices and not just blind unconscious reactions?" He said "when you truly understand why you make the ch… Continue

I have been lost in the dark

I have been lost in the dark….lost in my addiction….lost in my insanity, my pain, my grief. I have been lost, a throw away, a nothing. A child of the street.

A slave to the darkness was I.

Most of the time, I was invisible to the “good people”. I was junky thin, reeking of death and despair, my withdrawing body shaking. I was dying slowly in full view and they would glance quickly over me, across my face, pretending they did not see me. My fellow humans wo… Continue