Sometimes, the kindest and sanest thing you can do for yourself is to recognise that you need a time out. When you are in recovery, too much freaking out can be dangerous.
There are so many reasons 12-step sponsorship does not come with a medical degree. Sometimes well-intentioned suggestions kill people.
Where’s the line between healthy pride in how far you’ve come and sinister pride that sneaks up and sabotages recovery?
When we took my son home, it didn’t take long for my insides to shed quickly to my outsides. I didn’t want to get out of bed, I didn’t want to shower, I didn’t want to clean, I just didn’t want to participate in life at all. I didn’t want to be a mom.
I wrote this poem in August of 2000. I was three months sober. Let me know if it means anything to you. ______________________________________________________________________ Emptiness fills the room. I alone sit quietly. Chest tight and eyes welling with tears,… Read More