Simply sitting with emotional pain and the urge to 'use' is the single toughest part of continued recovery for any type of addict.
I dreamed of adventures with my daughters, creative journeys indulged, meaningful meditation, and perhaps a little magic. But instead I got addiction, arguments, finally a confession, and now a slow lurch toward recovery.
Exercise changes how we cope with stress and how we communicate with our partners and children. Because we've done something good for ourselves, we become less resentful and overwhelmed. Removing excuses about exercise is an example I can set for my children.
I realized why I hadn’t been drinking. It stopped me from feeling. It stopped me from feeling something. And even if it’s only tiny, even if it only halts some smidgen of emotion, I realized that’s what booze does for me. It inhibits feeling.
Our dreams are the seeds that life plants for us, where our intuition whispers to us, and where we can find an anchor to our place in the world -- even if we are 'displaced' from it suddenly at 18.
It seems to me that the cloak of invisibility worn by those invisibly grieving is no less than a superhero’s cape. While tossing and turning on mourning’s high seas, it can take Herculean strength to simply get out of bed some days. It can take immense strength to acknowledge that one must amp ...
Being able to open our hearts and minds while in recovery decreases the chances of relapsing, and helps our loved ones understand better what we’re going through instead of blaming each other or burying ourselves in guilt.