I am still trying to explain the awesomeness of recovery to those new in recovery. It’s a challenging topic to describe because there is no logical point of reference for something you’ve never experienced. What I try my best to convey: If you can just dig in for …
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Maintaining our Recovered Life
Being a SpongeBob fan of sorts I am humorously reminded that technique can make or break my success. In the Bubble Stand episode, SpongeBob is blowing intricately shaped bubbles but only after a long and seemingly unnecessary set of motions (aka technique dance). Squidward, irritated with SpongeBob’s shenanigans, …
Read more →Thank you dad … It’s nice that the memories get sweeter with time. I am still learning to appreciate life while it’s happening. Thank you for our beautiful home. I didn’t appreciate it until I had my own to take care of. Thank you for fun summer days …
Read more →I have a love/hate relationship with ‘feelings’. I’m in the place of pain today. While I have not had a drink in many years, I feel overwhelmed with pain—to the point of wanting escape. Note: I do not want to drink (I hate drinking) I just don’t want …
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Before recovery: I would politely decline dessert, after all, I was watching the calories. It wasn’t tempting to peruse the sweets isle—that was for kids. I had a take it or leave it mentality. In early recovery: I’d go the Tuesday meeting for the home-baked cookies, because (clearly) …
Read more →Being an addict can feel, initially, like obligatory reflection. Reflection—one of the things that drives us to drink in the first place. We aren’t good feelers. As I look back on my early recovery I can see that everything was exacerbated. Good feelings were REALLY good and bad …
Read more →My last September Sunday to squeeze in a post. In the spirit of keeping my “monthly post” commitment I’m getting this up here today. It’s a little less polished than I prefer, but—oh well. Personal stuff: Life is good, as my perceptions continue to transform. I am happy …
Read more →I wrote my life in ink, not pencil. I can go back and strike through it, but it can never be undone—erased. I can’t choose yesterday again. Erasers remove the error on my son’s math homework, they do not eliminate, or fix, my yesterday. My yesterday is un-alterable. …
Read more →It’s just not enough to “want to change.” Want. It’s a word that leaves me hanging for more. It’s a perpetual state of never having—just longing. All my positive affirmations and wanting, as of late, have only produced more wanting and more longing. On the tail end of …
Read more →What I heard sobriety felt like … What it really felt like once I got started …
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