Wow. You know, I’ve been in a committed relationship for a long time, over 20 years. And before that, I was married for over 7 years. In fact, I have spent most of my adult life in a committed relationship. Mostly because it just happened that way; God allowed it to be arranged and I … Continue reading Collapse and restoration
In recovery circles, we talk often about telling our stories, to heal, to encourage and to process what has happened in our life. The story can be fraught with danger, peril and violence. Or, it can be like a soap opera, all that’s missing is the dramatic soundtrack to give the over-blown emotions the added … Continue reading Where I end…and You begin.
Today was pretty good, for all the right reasons. Got to enjoy some good family time, and good food. Also spent some time with a dear friend and recovery sister, who knows me well, and how to both support and call me out on my stuff. When life is giving you lemons, by the truck … Continue reading Lemonade and gratefulness🍋
Reading through some of my journals from a few years ago. Ouch and wow. Ouch, because it is painful to see how self-absorbed I was in my approach to recovery. My entries are rife with self-pity, self-doubt, just…self. I guess that is how a child operates, and when we first enter recovery, we are a … Continue reading Yielding Self
Sometimes I find myself quite busy. Busy with the tasks at hand, of life, of family, of my recovery. We all can pull up a virtual to-do list that is longer than our day. This list of chores, duties, considerations, etc can nag us like our parents did to clean up our rooms or do … Continue reading Unplugged
It has come to my attention that I have a “fragile spot” in my recovery. A tender place, that I guard, like someone who has injured an arm or leg, and is trying to get back into the swing of things, but continues to favor, or protect that part of their body, because they are … Continue reading The well-lit path.
My next entry was going to jump right into step 3, but here I will pause. Sometimes in life, as in our recoveries, things don't go quite as planned. I have been called out-of-town on a family emergency (all is turning out okay, thanks!) and so my scheduled posts have been knocked a bit sideways. … Continue reading An unscheduled departure…
I was a pretty independent kid growing up. It just happens that way when you are raised in an addict household. I learned to fend for myself in the material realm, but emotionally it was a different story. I was probably one of the more insecure and fearful persons you would have ever met. When … Continue reading Independent powerlessness
I have had a week. I'm sure many of you have had weeks where it seems like getting to the last work day of your week seemed like the greatest accomplishment of recent memory. This was one of those weeks. Thus, I have not written much, my sincerest apologies dear readers/fellow sojourners. I have actually … Continue reading Recovery and the Jellyfish
Weekends are days to either slouch about completely and ignore the outside world, or rush around and get everything done that has been neglected throughout the work week. Today was a "I need to get this done" sort of day, so I shucked off the jammies and sallied forth. A funny thing happened to me … Continue reading After the Fall