It’s crazy how a group of folks who had little-to-no experience in this kind of thing just came together and grew. … The Fire is on, my friends — the word continues to spread: There is indeed good reason to Hope for Life in Recovery…
When the silence is ripped open by the words, “She’s dead”, somehow it feels like it can never be stitched back together again.
I pulled my glasses from my face slightly harder than gently ... “Why did you think you could do this anyway, jackass!”
The only noises around me are the pitter-patter of rain teasing the windshield wipers, and the windshield wipers intermittently protesting with a “skwhuh-ttttt” as they raced across the glass to whisk the water away
While I can’t give any “here’s how you do it” recipie for any of [it], what I can do is tell you a little about the MPMG.
“DL – that’s not taking it as prescribed! Take it as prescribed! I’d be worried about you heading towards a relapse. You can’t just change the directions, it’s not how it was written.”
“Stop.” I demanded inside, much like I would imagine God telling the waters to be still.
In another translation: Whether we like it or not, the work needs done -- just don't do it with attitude, without eating, without sleeping, and without taking care of oursleves.
I will not allow myself to go down any not-so-good roads as Dr. Suess would say in his book, “Oh, The Places You'll Go”.
Happy New Year!
And Happy Birthday us!
This year ends with the closure of a very big part of my life and who I am is changing once again.
Then the doctor told me that in fact, one of my babies had held on and was still trying to be born.
I WASN'T READY TO SAY GOODBYE: Tips to Help Those Experiencing Loss and for Those Who May Love Someone Experiencing Loss
Staring me in the eye is the glass ballerina ornament my daughter hung with such love only weeks before she was to leave. “What do you want from me", I asked the silly thing. Tear streaks staining my cheeks, “I wasn’t ready to say goodbye”.
Perhaps we were excessively and/or obsessively thinking about it, how to get it, when, or where. Maybe sneakily but definitely secretly we’d find our way to “it.”
I am in recovery, and if I don't get a handle on this, I may very well find myself grieving over the loss of my sobriety. So, I'm going back to basics. I'm going back to The ABC's and 123's of Grief in Sobriety.
“The only problem I have is that you are still breathing" ...To say he hated me was an understatement.
Many of you will be feeling the sting of the holiday season as you read this.
I burned on that for nearly four days. Maybe more if you count sleep time and breathing time.
I am in recovery now, 57 days of freedom. Clean and sober since August 23, 2017.
Before the turn I can clearly see my street lined with police officers, paramedic crews, and news reporters – most of them centered around my home.