It was at the time when only one footprint could be seen in the sand, he carried me and shared my heavy load.
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
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By: Phoenix 15/08/2018
My Name is Phoenix, I am a single mother of 5. I am a victim of knife crime. I have started this blog to map my journey through the valley of madness triggered by grieve after the brutal, unprovoked stabbing and murder of my 15 year old son Kyron Webb. The purpose is to reach out to families, friends and members of the public tortured by the rise of street brutality that is placing our young people in the ground as oppose to in college and stimulating careers.
My Journey thus far has been barbaric, isolating, crippling and mentally torturous. Days became so dark, I was unsure if I was grieving, mourning or simply going mad, this is what triggered to me to write a book mapping my journey and documenting my real, raw and transparent emotions and feelings. I found this therapeutic and in a weird way somewhat healing.
My torture continues yet I have days when I can really smile. I am still within my first year, so am experiencing all the 1st events without my beloved angel present in the flesh. The brain can fool you when journeying through this process. Life bears little meaning but death appears glamorous.
This is my story and I know many of you have your own tale to tell. I would like to reach out to those walking this dark lonely path, take my hand, walk with me, share your comments, we do not have to walk alone, and we can survive together.
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