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Finding Freedom from Childhood Trauma & Self-Destruction
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Long before I developed an addiction to prescription medication , I abused drugs and alcohol regularly to make things in my life easier; to make the things I perceived as scary, a little less scary. As with every other paradoxical surprise that seems to come with sobriety and recovery truths, this one is right up…
Tuesday, Oct 10th was the 25th anniversary of World Mental Health Day. I am a person in recovery from addiction and I am still learning better ways every day to embrace the latest version of who I am, post-trauma. I have suffered and survived through postpartum depression three times. Every day I still dance with general…
I had coffee with my mom this week at my house, in my kitchen. I fed her and we talked for a couple of informative, surprisingly uneventful hours. She says that her case worker and counselor are two of the most friendly, knowledgeable, and responsive that she has ever had. (Praise the Lord for that)….
Absurd and practical paradoxical truths. They’re everywhere. I am a person who can very easily become distracted and obsessed over all things linear, logical, balanced, and simplified, but am also someone whose recovery has benefited most from these seemingly contradictory nuggets of wisdom when I least expect it. How’s that for paradoxical? My growth happens inside of…
“This so-called ‘F*ck-it Bucket’. How does this work and where would I find one that isn’t defective?” -Asking for a friend. I used to believe that I was a proud owner of one of these buckets. Back when I lived my life as a girl with emotional capacity comparable to an armored tank. Present day…
I like to buy different versions of step-workbooks, and I still occasionally study them and work through them. It helps me inventory and track how I am feeling by proposing the same questions in different formats. Sometimes it reveals questions that I didn’t know I had, other times it will reveal a hidden pothole I…
I wrote a semi-emotionally driven post about people, ego’s, and how the entitlement felt by some to feel compelled to condemn the recovery program’s followed by other’s that are different from their own, seems to run deep these days. Today I want to expand a little on this subject. Yesterday I re-read the parable of…
I was terrible with early recovery. Had my sponsor, my support people, or God, been rigid or judgmental they would have given up on me within my the first few weeks. I can’t tell you that I tried out meditation, that I intently wrote in my journal regularly, or that I sat quietly for periods…
I had a birthday Saturday and I have to say turning 34 is just as cool as turning 33 was. As far as I can tell, as each sober year comes and goes this life stuff is going to continue to get better and better. Apparently, another hidden perk of my recovery has gone unnoticed….
For a growing number of people in our society sober living isn’t only for people who have already developed a dependence or a Substance Use Disorder. It is common for people choose to cut alcohol out of their lives altogether but they don’t have to, they want to. They are living sober, but they don’t…
If you could be internet famous for over-complicating possible various social and situational outcomes, then I guess I would be famous. Probably. And probably along with a lot of you. I know I am not the only person who deserves a whole sheet of gold stars for being over-analytical. Have you ever read a headline…
I heard drone delivery is being tested by Amazon. My mind immediately went to a future sky peppered with boxes or bags full of our wants and needs, and our sweet cargo dropping at our front doors. Not only will we have the option of shopping from the comfort and privacy of our own home,…
Our actions will always produce a trail of evidence that reflect our inward status. Always. In school we learned that successful addiction treatment outcomes (and by successful I mean treatment plans that are put in place and any kind of forward moving progress is being made) are always marked by identifiable variations of measurable, outward…
Is it possible that living one-day-at-a-time was an approach designed for all of us to live out our best, most-balanced, most productive, healthiest lives? Maybe it was never intended to only be a go-to prescription, custom-fit & dispersed only to those of us living lives in recovery from drugs and alcohol. Or only applied to the…
Passover is one of the Shalosh Regalim, or Three Pilgrimage Festivals. On the eve of the first day of Passover each spring Jewish people around the world partake in a feast known as the Seder. The celebration is an opportunity for families to enjoy a meal while honoring Jewish prayers, history, and traditions. Each of the eight…
Maybe you are only an hour in. Or a day. Or three months. Maybe you hate what sobriety is feeling like right now. You aren’t sure if it is for you. Maybe you are trying to tell yourself that you can’t hack it, because you aren’t strong enough. Early recovery can be hard. Really, really…
Strong emotions connected to an all-to-familiar brand of deprecating shame were recently reignited within me. And this recent spike of shame also brought with it the kind of nasty, heavy, weight that prefers to bear down directly on top of my shoulders. I tried to self-talk my way through and I also attempted to take and utilize some…
Maybe I am the only person who feels this way, or maybe, that is habitual isolation at its finest, trying to convince me that I must be the only person that this happens to. I am safe to assume my hunch, and that is, I am definitely not alone in this. So you know you…
My addiction recovery was only supposed to help me learn how-to not eat pills for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I never went in expecting anything more than to learn how to abstain from drugs and alcohol. So I began to wonder why so much emphasis was being placed on self-care and self-love when I went…
It’s almost Valentine’s Day. Let’s talk about love…. A few years ago I believed that drugs and alcohol were the culprit behind my inability to accept love from other people. My philosophy? It was because of my addiction(s) that I had let toxic shame overcome all what was left of me, and that is why…
The difference between being a person in recovery who is content, and being a person in recovery who has become complacent, is a subtle one. Both are formally defined with very similar descriptive words like satisfaction & gratification. In my opinion, and personal experience with both, the subtle difference hinges on pride; and we all…
I can remember feeling comfortable living the way I was living. Of course, I wouldn’t describe my life as full or my feelings as content or joyous, because it was all the exact opposite. Still, I was comfortable being there. I mean, there was zero possibility of letting anyone down. Not even I could manage…
Steps 8, 9, & 10. I believe it is smart to continue living out these steps in my day-to-day life. Not only to maintain my sobriety, but my maintain my integrity that reflects my values as a person and the strength of my interpersonal relationships. If you need a refresher, here are steps 8-10: 8.Made…
You know what I don’t miss around the holiday season? Faking my way through gatherings in an attempt to live up to the expectations of others, and to look and sound as sober and happy as everyone else seemed to be. I would make an exhaustive effort to fit by faking my way through what…
On my way to the coffee pot at midnight. Rest assured, this particular walk of shame was exactly as it should be. I made sure to mutter that sweet, negative self-talk to myself as I tip-toed down the hallway so not to wake the small, sugar-filled humans. There is no way I could let myself…
I was asked to be a part of an expert panel for a Facebook live event put on by the ever wonderful, Beach House Center for Recovery. I definitely had to dig my heels into this commitment, but I refused to let myself back out. I am proud of myself for following through on my word….
This is the month that I acknowledge that I have made it to my ten-year mark. Ten short years in recovery. No more squirming around searching for a place to land. It’s completely fulfilling here and I am still just as grateful as ever to live in this head space. It has been a long…
I have been hearing more and more stories of drug-traffickers, pushers, and dealers being held criminally responsible for overdose deaths. I am also a regular viewer of the show: “The First 48” and have been for almost 15 seasons now. So basically I am an expert in criminal law and homicide investigation. 😉 In cases…