During the second half of last year I went through an emotional upheaval of epic proportions. No area of my life was left untouched. Some of it was good, most of it wasn’t. I went into a tailspin and sunk into a deep depression. You probably noticed that the blog posts stopped. When it came […]
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Codependent Recovery can be like maneuvering through a maze. I’ve been saying for years that the alcoholics have it easy… when they relapse, there is no doubt in their minds what happened. They took a drink, sobriety ended. I don’t say that to be flippant or to discount the struggles that alcoholics face. I just
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Anyone who has had more than two real* conversations with me knows I am chock full of quotes, quips and clichés about Recovery. Specifically, about my recovery from codependency. One of my favorites is “When I start a sentence with “you gotta,” “you needta,” or “you shoulda,” I’m getting into business that isn’t my
You Gotta, You Needta, You Shoulda… Stoppit! Read More »
In 1982 I made my first suicide attempt. I got to the end of myself, ate every pill in the medicine cabinet and waited to die. Three days later, on the way home from the hospital, my mother said two things that defined the way I saw myself for more than twenty years.
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When people ask me how I got into Celebrate Recovery, I tell them that I got so “sick of my life and sick of myself” that I was willing to do ANYTHING to change the direction of my life. For a long time, I saw that moment as “Rock Bottom,” and really, it
My Shiny Victim Crown Read More »
Years ago, I was reading a self-help book that had a chapter on “Family of Origin” work. I posted on my local Flylady message board group that I was not looking forward to doing this work. One of the ladies in the group asked “Is this one of those Blame Your Parents books?”
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I’ve never seriously questioned the existence of God.* Growing up in the Catholic church, my mother took us to church every Sunday, Holiday and Holy day (in the church calendar.) To me, God has always been as real as the grass is green and the sky is blue. While I’m no longer Catholic,
My Baggage Allows No Room For Purpose… Read More »
I recently took my 6th cruise – 3rd solo. I’m not afraid to travel alone, although it does have its ups and downs. Up: I can eat, drink, sleep or whatever… without having to consult anyone else. Down: I have to haul my own luggage from the car to the port and vice
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