Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes

06/11/2025

I have been a little quiet here.
My body asked for rest and this time I listened.

My FND flared up and I needed space to breathe, to slow down, to remember myself. It is not always easy to step back when you are used to holding everything together, but sometimes healing looks like disappearing for a moment so you can return softer, steadier, and a little more whole.

I am here again, on and off.
Still learning.
Still growing.
Still moving at the pace my body allows.

Thank you to everyone who stayed, who waited, and who understands what it means to carry an invisible weight.

I appreciate you.
🫂💜

30/10/2025

Don’t forget to grab your copy of Secondhand High while the discount still lasts 💜

It’s my best selling poetry book so far and I’m beyond grateful for how many of you have connected with it. If you haven’t read it yet, this is the perfect moment to get it.

A journey through recovery, resilience, and rediscovery, Secondhand High speaks to everyone finding their way back to themselves.

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30/10/2025

I need help ‼️‼️🌪🌪

Christmas 🎄 is right around the corner and my kid has no idea what he wants for Christmas. And I don't know either. So, I need your help!

A small ASL:

Boy
Age 15, becoming 16
Hobby's: Go-karting, soccer and gaming
Already has: everything regarding the above 3, including phone, ipad etc.
Lego is not an option.
He hates school.
He plays the guitar and owns several, including amplifiers. Has enough clothing. Loves Rock like Iron Maiden, Nickelback, Metallica and so on.

Budget: tops $200 (preferably spent over several gifts)

Thank you‼️‼️‼️💜🫂

30/10/2025

❤️❤️❤️ Soul Collision by Lola Lawrence

I look at him as though
he were the veins of blue sky between storms
the velvet night cradling my stars
wildflowers against twilight horizons
everything that beheld the wonder of joy...
he is my something beautiful.
💋Lola

29/10/2025

Just saying.. 🤣

27/10/2025

What is it with groups that don’t even allow you to add your own page tag beneath your work?
They refuse to let readers find their way back to the creator.

Those are not the kind of groups I want to be part of.

The ones I do share to have the same rules, so posting to nine groups at once makes things a little easier.

But honestly… why?

Pic for visibility

27/10/2025

💜 I still can’t quite believe it… Secondhand High has officially become my best-selling book so far on Amazon.

To everyone who has read it, reviewed it, shared it, or simply held it close for a while, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Knowing that my words are finding their way into so many hearts means more than I can say.

Secondhand High is not just a book about recovery from substance use. It is also about mental recovery, emotional exhaustion, rebuilding your life after chaos, and learning how to breathe again.

I wrote it for those still finding their way back, for those who have already made it through, and for those who stand beside someone walking that road.

If you or someone you love is in recovery, of any kind, I truly recommend this book to you. You might just see a part of yourself reflected in its pages.

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✨ From Secondhand High

I learned that healing
is not a straight road,
but a loop that bends
and brings you back
to the same places
until you see them differently.

Recovery is not forgetting,
it is remembering
without falling apart.

🫂💜
Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes

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27/10/2025

How Grief Teaches

Grief is the teacher no one asks for
but everyone eventually meets.
She wears a cloak of memory
and speaks in echoes.

She does not comfort.
She chisels.
She carves out the hollows
where new light will live.

I used to fight her hands.
Now I let them shape me,
turning pain into patience,
loss into wisdom,
emptiness into art.

And when she leaves,
she leaves softly,
a reminder that the heart
is elastic enough to hold both sorrow and sunrise.

© Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes

27/10/2025

Moonlight Confession

At night I confess to the moon.
She knows my history better than most.
She’s seen me fall apart under her glow,
seen me rise again in fragments of silver.

We talk about the ones who left,
the promises that cracked like glass.
She tells me healing isn’t forgetting,
it’s living with the memory
and still finding beauty in the night sky.

Sometimes I think she’s crying too,
a soft rain over my windowsill,
for all the women who learned
that survival can be holy.

© Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes

27/10/2025

Resurrection Season

No one tells you resurrection is slow.
That it comes in fragments,
in the days you get out of bed
without resentment,
in the moments you feel sunlight
and don’t flinch.

I’ve died a thousand quiet deaths,
each time a little closer to being alive.
And though I carry ghosts in my throat,
I’ve made peace with their echoes.

This is the season I rise again,
not flawless, not untouched,
but honest,
and ready to live
without asking the world for permission.

© Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes

26/10/2025

Anatomy of Love

Love is not what they said it would be.
It’s not clean or symmetrical.
It’s wild and ruinous,
a heartbeat trying to find rhythm
in a body made of storms.

I have loved too much,
too soon,
and sometimes not at all.
But even in the wreckage,
I find small pieces of myself still glowing.

Love, when true,
does not save you.
It meets you where you fell,
sits beside you in the dirt,
and waits until you’re ready to stand again.

© Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes