Tag: recovery

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Recently, I was forced to stand by as my daughter's heart was crushed. I wanted so badly to "fix" things; however, the entire situation is completely out of my power to "fix." So each day I've stood by my sweet pie being the mother and friend she needs right now. If I could say anything…




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Jul 23

Fine

It feels so cliché to even write about this… I’m fine. How often do we say it? How often does someone ask, “How are you?” Barely a day goes past without these social niceties. The attendant at the service station, the telemarketer on the telephone, colleagues at work, friends on Facebook, my kids, husband, father.…




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I’ve written a lot on anxiety because I know this area all too well. I feel compelled to write about it because it’s something I thought would be my end. Now, I laugh because I can’t believe I was so bent out of shape over everything…over nothing. The whole experience actually reminds me of a…




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When I feel like complaining, I say thank you instead. When I feel disappointment coming over me, I turn my back to it, smile and say thank you. When I feel worry inching its way into my direction, I pray, say thank and then I rest.What else can I say really? If I complain, it’s…




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It’s hard to describe the predicaments that my youthful days have brought up. Being born and raised in Africa gives you a front row seat of the good, the bad and the truly insane. Despite everything, I sit here and look back with a whimper; telling my conscious that we survived yet another blip. I…




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I am writing my story. Not here – not right now. But on my own and in my own time. It is the project I choose to do in association with the Author Awakening Adventure. As part of the coursework, we choose an angel to watch and guide us as we travel the long, lonely…




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My recovery is not going at the speed some people would like. I’m too slow. Not making enough progress. I’m not doing enough work or making changes quickly enough. Apparently. It is absolutely true that many people who commence recovery – from anything – progress at a faster rate. They make changes and those changes…




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When I’m not going forward in recovery, I’m perfectly happy to accept sideways. Because moving sideways is not going backwards. I have recently spent the most glorious three days in a lovely little holiday house – big hikes through the bush, lots of champagne and chocolate, late nights lying in front of a roaring fire…




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Well ladies and gentlemen – and those who do not confidently or comfortably fit into traditional categories – my thanks and gratitude for your ongoing patience with my intermittent pity parties. They’re boring and dull to read I have no doubt. But from my end of the equation, they are magically cathartic. The past few…




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So I’ve gone backwards. Slipping and sliding and rolling around. Bingeing and purging every day again. Feeling shit and stupid. I know it’s my responsibility – my choice. I can turn this back around any time I want to. Why don’t I want to? Everything we do in life, we do because it’s the thing…