Dear Readers


 As I am approaching a million page views for this blog, I think about the people take the time out to read it. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for following my work. Thank you for pouring your hearts out in the comment section. I read them all.

Love to you
Tracey

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  1. AnonymousApril 21, 2016 at 3:36 AM

    Thanks for having the voice, that so many wish they had.

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    1. traceyh415April 22, 2016 at 12:41 PM

      thanks for taking the time out to follow my stuff

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  2. AnonymousApril 21, 2016 at 7:18 AM

    Congratulations Tracey. Your words help and inspire so many who are struggling with opioids and heroin. Tess

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  3. LukeApril 21, 2016 at 7:08 PM

    I heard you on Fresh Air and watched Black Tar Heroin. Even for those of us who don't struggle with addiction, you are an inspiration. You story has stayed with me for days.

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    1. traceyh415April 22, 2016 at 12:41 PM

      Wow awesome. I hope you check out my book as well

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  4. UnknownMay 5, 2016 at 1:09 PM

    Tracey, I also heard you on npr. I will definitely check out your book. You were so honest and real in that interview. It helped me to understand people who have struggled with addiction in my life. You should be so proud of yourself- you must bring so many people hope in the darkest of places. Thanks for all you do.

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