Burning Down the House: My Decision to Quit Alcohol.
You are not crazy, alcohol is making you feel like shit. Listen to yourself, not the booze. Booze has been lying to you from the start.
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They Came Knocking. {poetry}
“Remember that there is beauty to be found in madness.The darker the night, the brighter the stars.The rougher the Rapids, the smoother the stone.The greater the struggle, the deeper the love.” ~ A. R. Lucas Addiction. It came knocking. And I, without thinking, answered. I answered ...
Why I Didn’t Report: Become Your Story’s Steward Rather Than Its Hostage.
Survivors witness and feel beneath the story... Fragmented, often locked away in an unconscious vault; we banish pain in order to survive it.
Dead Dad, Why Are You Following Me?
My dad wasn’t barefoot because he was a wild free hippie unbound by society's norms and expectations, he didn’t have shoes!
Unconditional Faith: Ending the Guilty Pleasure Myth.
When I hear the word Faith, I associate it with elements of my Catholic upbringing. There is perhaps even a little undercurrent of judgment. Faith is lazy, blind, disconnected. I see a room full of believers waiting for someone else to tell them what's so. But when I really look at this ...
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.
Learning to Love ‘Love’: Why It’s Not Always That Easy.
We are programmed to crave chaos, pain, intensity. Many of us struggle with getting to the point of attracting love or really wanting it, because the other stuff is so damn addicting. We can blame the past. Stuff like sexual abuse, divorce, and a range of other losses we experience as kids, ...
Boys will be boys, and other uttered nonsense.
Suggesting that the Stanford rapist's actions were a mistake caused by alcohol is to suggest that every man has an inner rapist, and that there is a line -- perhaps 5 drinks, or perhaps 10 -- that, when crossed, turns men into animals incapable of self-control.
A Love Letter To My Alcoholic Mother.
In finding your light, you’ve proven that stories like yours and ours, stories dripping with hopelessness, are actually tales of hope -- hope that things improve, hope that fractured love heals, hope that the blessings we beg for find us in the end.
How Yoga Saved My Relationship… With Alcohol.
I have always been a tad socially inept, and when I am out with people I do not know or when I am in situations I’d rather not be in, I feel the need to be someone else, to be more free, and I do that through multiple cherry vodkas with Coke or several glasses of wine. Now, with Yoga being a ...