Too Much Loss
If you’ve read my blog recently, you know I had to put my beloved Golden Retriever to sleep. She had been sick off and on for months. We tried medications, tests, etc. but when she was bleeding out of nose … Continue reading
If you’ve read my blog recently, you know I had to put my beloved Golden Retriever to sleep. She had been sick off and on for months. We tried medications, tests, etc. but when she was bleeding out of nose … Continue reading
2011 has been a remarkable year. I have stayed sober. At times by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin. I have worked an altogether imperfect, incomplete program in recovery. I’ve joined a wonderful family. I have taken some professional risks. I have begun to release my white-knuckle grip on old stories and let new narratives take root. Continue reading
I am in a mood. Feely funky. Fighting the weepies. I am trying to just let it be but that’s difficult for a hyper self-analyst. I need to get to the bottom of it! Why do I feel this way? I can’t stop myself from doing my damnedest to identify, sort, and then file away my emotions. Most of the time, this sort of intellectualization gets me nowhere. Continue reading
The other morning, I ripped a pair of jeans as I tried to squeeze into them. I scratched my head, contemplating, “How did this happen?” I realized I’ve been telling myself some pretty significant lies. Denial is a remarkable phenomenon. I’ve talked about this as it relates to my drinking but in this post I share with you my issues around food and body image. Continue reading
I have been blessed/cursed with a vivid, active, colorful, and memorable dream life. I’ve often contemplated keeping a “dream journal”—a written anthology of my wackiest, strangest, funniest, scariest nocturnal adventures. I’ve even gone so far as keeping a notebook by my bed with the intention of jotting down the details upon awakening…but I’ve never actually followed through. Continue reading
After I ended things with Bob, I was single for about five months. It was a good time, both in the sense that I enjoyed myself and that life was pleasant. In singlehood, I also learned abou Continue reading
Most people have some familiarity with the following unwritten rule: No dating the first year in recovery. Now, you won’t find this in the instruction manual. Bill W. and Dr. Bob failed to mention this. Yet everyone says it. Continue reading
As I was driving home tonight, I heard three songs in a row that fall into the category I like to call “music for breaking up.” This is particularly interesting because I myself am newly broken up. Now, you might be scratching your head and wondering, what the hell does this have to do with recovery? It is actually quite relevant! Read on to find out why… Continue reading