Shithole Paradise: One year in Bocas del Toro, Panama


Beaches, babes, booze, blow, Bocas. The harrowing true story of a young woman struggling to keep her head above water in her very own Shithole Paradise. On a beautiful Caribbean island off the coast of Panama, in one of the world's biggest party towns, Leona is drowning. In the throes of the trauma bond, she is enshrouded by drugs, alcohol, betrayal and abuse as she tries to navigate choppy and uncharted seas, accompanied by a sociopathic boyfriend. Derelict and alone, she has to find a way to escape if she ever wants to make it out alive.
Thus, Leona leaves to go on an intrapersonal journey in the Pacific northwest which allows her to shift gears and perspectives. Yet one last tragedy befalls her before she is totally free and clear of her hardships. Only after fully committing to her healing and true potential is she able to change the course of her life and forge a healthier path.

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Author Name : Leona Stoker

     I've been writing for several years and always hoped to publish one day. I made that first huge leap with my memoir (of one year) - SHITHOLE PARADISE. Next was my first published collection of poetry/rhymes - All Rhymes; No Reason. Both self-published with Kindle Direct. Currently, I'm a support worker for survivors of gender-based violence and an advocate for all vulnerable/marginalized populations. I'm also pursuing my Masters of counseling in psychology.


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In my Room long ago
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see

I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me

The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me

My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep

Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?

I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door

In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone

My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
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