Whether you’re in recovery or not, expressing gratitude is something that every one of us should do on a daily basis. From the moment we wake up to when we lie down to go to sleep at night, there are countless things that happen to us throughout the day that we should be thankful for.
I didn’t get sober on purpose. I wasn’t crawling into an AA meeting saying I can’t stop drinking, my life is horrible, I can’t stop shaking and so on. However, I couldn’t stop drinking on my own and my life was horrible and I only got the shakes a few times during my drinking career.
The longer I’m sober the more I realize that not a lot of people get sober via AA nor do they stay “in” the program after getting sober, and so I sometimes take on the AA spokesmodel persona and comment to someone, “Why not check out an AA meeting”. Of course I’m quite biased as
When I was getting sober there was no manual on “What to expect when you are getting sober” as much as I’d like to think there was. Instead, my new life came with a Fellowship, a blue book and a new way to live my life without drugs and alcohol. For me, during my first
We know that an addiction is used by an individual to avoid something that is unwanted. The unwanted is related to interpretations and perceptions each client experiences. These include feelings as well as consequences resulting from choices made, relationships formed, and losses incurred. The focus in recovery work assists the client with facing and transforming
I write a sobriety blog, so people ask me all the time, “What was your rock bottom? What happened to make you quit drinking?” I’m pretty sure they expect a story that involves waking in a hotel room in Nassau with no recollection of having boarded a plane, or crawling battered from a muddy ditch
A friend of mine, who’s been sober for a few years now, is quite the raconteur. I love to hear her tales of drunken mayhem and redemption. She’s a female Tom Waits – Nighthawks at the Diner kind of stuff – with a sharp-edged gravel voice, and a verbal cocktail made up of equal parts
When I was in college, I had a boyfriend whose family owned an enormous above ground mushroom farm. It seemed, while walking through their rambling family farmhouse, that everyone they had ever known had given them gifts that pertained to mushrooms, toadstools or any facsimile thereof. There were tea-cozy mushrooms, bar stools shaped like morels,
Here’s the good news: I am kinder and gentler after two-plus years of recovery. The bad news? I was pretty awful in the early days of my sobriety: angry at the world and resentful of the pickle I had gotten myself into. On top of that, I’ve written it all down in a daily blog
In what is probably my least favorite Frank Sinatra song, old blue eyes croons, “Regrets, I’ve had a few – but then again, too few to mention…” Too few to mention? Really? As a recovering alcoholic, I’ve had plenty of regrets to count, and I hate the smugness of the lyric. Sorry Frank. Early in