Dark Holidays? This One’s For You
Ready for a different kind of holiday? This worked for me.
Ready for a different kind of holiday? This worked for me.
It’s so tricky to diagnose that I had friends telling me I couldn’t be alcoholic, even though I knew I was.
When I first quit drinking, I had a friend in AA that would wish ‘pitiful and incomprehensible demoralization’ on his drinking buddies.
Some people just naturally know what their NRT is. Do you?
Bill’s principles of AA… I laughed out loud when I heard this. (Learn what hit the editor’s floor.)
What do you want?
Sick of the sprees (alcohol, drugs, food, sex, spending, gambling, etc) and wanting something other than defeating obsessions and thoughts of suicide…
I’m not loving you if I try to brush aside your tears
If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live…
There are many ways to lose yourself, many different paths promising a sense of euphoria, comfort or peace. They’re usually some form of spree…
A five-year-old’s birthday party set me on the path of spiritual destruction…
You don’t have to be an addict or even know one to take the 12 Steps
Like traveling without any running lights…
‘taking thoughts captive’ was my goal but achieving it eluded me …
Knowing my brain acts like a Mockingbird, I have cut down on what I pay attention to.
… a typical Saturday with Loony Toons, the two of us in our footie pajamas eating breakfast as we sat so close we were in the action.
In fact, my lack of emotional sobriety happened long before the first taste of alcohol.
If this had been an actual emergency…
I no longer feel I have to ‘prove’ anything to you or to me
It IS whether you win or lose!
A month into Al-Anon I find that I am losing my job.
After cleaning out my wheelhouse I find I’m a little lonely…
December 31, 2012 Dear Me, I probably know less about you than some people and more than the casual observer, but I do know a few things: You love to […]
There’s a lot of ‘holding’ going on during the last three points.
Can you find something that weighs on your mind?
My life would make a better movie than it does a life.
So what do we do if we can’t trust our thinking?
What keeps you awake at night?
During early sobriety it seemed that all the characters around the table except me had a secret password that allowed them to log into a new life of peace and serenity. I’d never seen anything like these hooligans.
Peace started for me during Step One when I admitted I was not all-powerful; that alcohol had me by the throat!
You call it love. For years, all I wrote was bad, tragic and tearful poetry. Then life got better because I got sober and I gave up poetry. Suddenly, this […]
The following comment from Resentment Rats is too wonderful to leave in the archives of comments: So much lays beneath what we can easily see in ourselves. And how many […]
Hemma! Hemma! That’s what my brother and I used to yell when we wanted folks to hurry up. We used it with our friends at a time when other people […]
When new to recovery it is a good idea to locate some trusted friends. The kind that will not hesitate to call us on our self-absorption, our rationalizing attitudes and […]
During my entire life I asked, “What’s wrong with me?”
A. You accept where you are by facing the reality of your relationships. We’re still working on Step 1 and assessing reality. The first part of that is looking at […]
A. You accept where you are by facing the reality of your situation. Think of the sides of the triangle as 3 warehouses of one-liners. Try to recall a discussion […]
A. You accept where you are by facing the reality of your situation. Part of facing our reality is looking at the conversations we’re having. As addicts, we’re naturally drawn […]
A. You accept where you are by facing the reality of your situation. Do you agree that facing reality can be like grieving? I’ve had friends grieve the loss of […]
Truth is truth. Millions of people can attest to the fact that the AA program works just as well for those who are stuck in life as it does for […]
I try to be subtle, find a handy escape route…a way off the party bus.
My disease was so hidden that even I didn’t know about it!
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