Brought Up By Alcohol.

Today’s piece is another bravely written anonymous piece that really gets to the heart of what living with alcoholism is like. If you feel like you can relate and would like help and support, then Nacoa can offer this. If you would like to write a piece for this site then get in touch.  …

My COA Story.

Today’s piece comes from blogger Eliza Hope, who’s amazing blog can be found at thesecretmindofelizahope.blogspot.co.uk . Remember that if you are affected by what you read then Nacoa are always there to offer help and support and if you have something you would like to share as a COA, then please get in touch here.   …

Coaisathing Is A Year Old! 

I can’t quite believe this myself, but today Coaisathing.com celebrates 1 year since the first post went out… it has surprised me that much that I only realised it happened when I received an email from WordPress about renewal of membership!  It’s kinda surreal looking back now, just how far the blog has come. I…

A Pre-Christmas Rummage. 

Today’s piece is an anonymously written poem. I was looking for presents ahead of time – a crime, sacred secrets! – yet I had to know if there was any sign of hope for me in Mummy’s furnishings that advent time. My doubts were confirmed, and worse. Instead of shiny shapes for me, dull bottles…

Abstinence or Chaos.

Today’s post is another anonymously written piece. if you feel like you’re effected by what you read, remember Nacoa is here for you and always willing to listen. If you anything you would like to share on the coaisathing platform then please contact us using the contact form.   On Christmas Eve I nipped to…

A Trio of Poems

Today’s post is a trio of powerful poems sent in anonymously. The first is based on the nursery rhyme ‘Rock-a-bye-baby’, and was written by the author in just 10 minutes while their dad was passed out on the sofa.  The second, ‘Bird Song’ was written by the anonymous author around 2 years ago and is about hope….

I just know I need to break that cycle.

My story isn’t much different from yours, I’m a 32-year-old mother of one.I was the only child of a quick and volatile Marriage. After my parents separated and my mother returned to her home town. She quickly found a job in a local pub and worked while I started school, I saw my dad most…

My Dad

This post was written by the author of ‘Celestial Bean on planet earth’ which you may want to check out. Note: This was originally penned 2 years ago, but still remains as relevant (and heartbreaking to read) as it was when I wrote it. Losing a parent sucks. But trust me, losing a parent and feeling…

It’s ok not to be ok.

I was sixteen when my father collected me from my Saturday job at a department store, in a town in South West London. He was drunk and for some unknown reason brought my cat along, not in a basket, just in the car. Unsurprisingly the cat escaped. So I found myself chasing my adored feline…