I am not a psychologist, therapist or grief counselor. I have no professional training in these areas, save a few undergrad courses in psych and my time spent on the couch in various counseling offices as a patient. Add in my recovery time, and I feel as though I have a decent idea of what… Continue reading Revisiting Grace
And as it always does, the fog lifts. If we listen to and observe the principles of recovery, it is amazing how fast things begin to fall back into a place of peace and serenity. The dark clouds begin to part and drift away. Rays of sunshine again warm our faces. But this does not… Continue reading Fog Lifting
My health has been an issue for some time. I have struggled with debilitating headaches that have partially collapsed my world. I did seek treatment, and it was working well, until I developed a negative reaction to a portion of the treatment. Now, with it’s general efficacy diminished, I am back to struggling to manage… Continue reading Committed Willingness
Ah, nothing I love more than water and sunshine. Hanging out with family in the water in the sun and I am in a happy space. Last night, cleaning up for bed, I found out that there can be too much of a good thing as I felt the effects of too much sun and… Continue reading Water and Sunshine
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.