How I Got to Know the Gods and the Demons so Well.
Today, I can clearly see my addictions for what they truly were: ancient sages in dark robes, and shamans dressed in demonic costumes.
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The Other Half of Addiction: Some Thoughts on Recovery.
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.
5 Tips to Ditch the Shame Game in Recovery.
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.
Sexual Addiction: the How’s, the Why’s and the Tinder-Less Treatments.
For those who abide by the general consensus, love and sex go hand in hand with infidelity in one having a negative effect on the other. It can be extremely difficult for someone in a relationship with a sex addict to try and accept that their partner can’t actually help seeking intimacy from a ...
Name the ‘It’ That You Long For and Let the Rest Go.
I don’t want to carry my heart around like a burden anymore. I long for connection and compassion and partnership.
The Reveal: It’s Not Always as Sexy as It Sounds.
I have allowed myself to articulate core beliefs about worth and wounds, and not automatically shut them away for fear of anyone else's feelings about my (perceived) brokenness.
Letting Go of the Addiction to Your Wound.
Jumping in bed with the wound won’t be great, but at least you won’t get your hopes up. At least you’ll be safe from the vulnerability of being in the game.
Art to Heart: Healing the Core of Addiction.
Art therapy has two goals. First, it aims to give patients an avenue to release their stress and other anxieties. Second, it aims to help our patients get grounded and believe that their addiction is just a roadblock they can overcome.
Divine Connection and the Transcendence of Physical Union.
Do you remember that night of me telling you about the guy who died? Well, I was too ashamed to tell people what really happened. Obviously, my closest friends and family knew what he did to me, as it wasn't nice at all. In fact, it was quite evil, but everything happens for a reason, and ...
A Failed Meditation on Silence.
I had intentionally chosen my home and lifestyle to get away from what I believed to be a materialist society that would have me chained to a desk in debtor’s prison. Unwittingly, I had also chosen a soundtrack that infiltrated my subconscious and impeded the enjoyment of my home and the ...