The mystery of the vanishing pink cloud

In early recovery, I heard tell of a mystical pink cloud, appearing randomly around starry-eyed newcomers.  According to my sources, it shows up like puppy love, and envelopes the newly hopeful in a protective layer of "holy shit, life doesn't actually have to suck!" I didn't think it could happen to me.  And then it did.

Prayer, in short

I was not raised within the framework of a religion, apart from the Hallmark version of the Christian holidays.  So, when it came time for me to find a higher power of my own understanding and learn to pray, I struggled a bit. In meetings, I have always been impressed by those who could recite... Continue Reading →

When Life shows up or whatever

Of all the slogans we hear in the rooms, I have struggled the most with the "life" themed expressions. For example: Accepting life on life's terms... When life gets lifey... When life shows up... After some time under my belt, I figured out they are mostly talking about expectations and acceptance. But I have to... Continue Reading →

I will never graduate from recovery

Last week I heard a podcast hosted by a popular doctor who has a respectable knowledge of  12 Step programs.  She had a caller who said she'd been attending meetings but didn't really believe she would always be an alcoholic.   The host heartily agreed, citing the disappearance of her own sugar addiction--and referencing some new, radical recovery approaches that "cured" heroine addiction with a 65% success rate.  I was shocked.

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