What’s This Spiritual Malady?
Sick of the sprees (alcohol, drugs, food, sex, spending, gambling, etc) and wanting something other than defeating obsessions and thoughts of suicide…
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…
You don’t have to be an addict or even know one to take the 12 Steps
Like traveling without any running lights…
I’ve got several phrases that help 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…
Nearly any day contains prime resentment opportunities.
Pick up a broom and give it a whirl!
I no longer feel I have to ‘prove’ anything to you or to me
It IS whether you win or lose!
After cleaning out my wheelhouse I find I’m a little lonely…
Thinking, learning, figuring things out with my pea brain…
Little Fists happen when I start to criticize myself.
Just between you and me, I’ve always been a little crazy during and around a full moon….
When I’m digging into the quarry of the past, I’m entering the insanity of mining my history…
I grew up in the 50s–a time when sex education had not yet been invented.
My life would make a better movie than it does a life.
Possibly behind the presenting question is the thought: “You’re not one of us, are you?” I’m not sure why we react to ‘foreigners’ this way, but it’s human nature to try to align the ‘us’ from the ‘them’. We separate out the locals from the others like sorting through the box of puzzle pieces for the border.
Everything was dirty, broken, piled up and rusty. I kept gagging…
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