Recovery
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Hope in recovery from addiction. “Now, we know that the time has come when that tired old lie, “Once an addict, always an addict,” will no longer be tolerated by either society or the addict himself. We do recover.” Written in 1965 – Narcotics Anonymous “We Do Recover” If I can get (and stay) clean,…
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Am I where I am supposed to be, or am I where I laid down? Can I accept what my life is here and now and choose to proceed?Is this complacency or contentment?Am I repeating useless behaviors?Am I being the friend I’d like to have?Am I avoiding people, places, or things? I am grateful for…
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Twelve Step meetings. Literally folks from all walks of life; varying ages and races and genders. Differing lengths of clean time. Folks in “housing”, recovery houses; mental housing, whatever. On maintenance medication or 100% drug free. We all matter. We all are a part of the Recovery that happens in our meetings. The Fellowship provides…
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It is my “NA Anniversary.” Thirty-one years. Thirty-one years ago I was living with a husband and our two children. I had run out of ways and means to continue to medicate myself. I had no idea of anything I felt inside. No idea of how to stop the drugs. I was scared and didn’t…
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Yesterday I wrote Mom’s obituary. I spent some time … and of course, thank you Higher Spirit Power. I wrote what I’d like to share at mom’s private hour tomorrow. The God of my understanding proofread: additions, deletions, copy and pastes, commas and periods. I took care of things with Holy Cross Cemetery. Mom made…
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My mind nas been thinking of the times when I was traveling along my spiritual journey … immature in the ways of gratitude and humility. When I fell short of the mark of unconditional love and respect that Mom so freely gave to me, and which she deserved to have reciprocated. In the past four…
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It’s good for me to go to Mom’s and stay a long time, and it’s also good to go and stay a couple of hours. Marjory is right in many ways. I’m doing what I’m doing for me. As Mom fails more and more, what I do becomes more and more for myself. Mom is…
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Hello March! The sun streaming in my kitchen window is fierce. The warmth I feel is a beautiful thing. Thinking about how I get to help some women in Recovery…it’s a real privilege, and I have been developing patience with them as with Self in the process. I can move away from frustration towards compassion…
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I spent the day (a good one) with Mom yesterday. Watching her nod on and off. I meditated on Marjorie’s words, “Mom is living between two worlds.” And I had a peace inside that felt new. It felt strong. I saw it for myself. I was able, in that moment, to accept it as reality.…
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I let the texts roll in yesterday and turned my phone off. It was less stressful and freed me from inevitable compulsivity. Spent the last two days with Mom (and that made it the last two weekends with Mom.) Mom’s CNA has grown somewhat complacent. In all fairness, I don’t believe there’s much incentive in…
Faith & Roses 