This is my story. One of them, at least. It may make you uncomfortable. You can turn away now and I will be none the wiser. Neither will you. But today I need to tell this story, big and out-loud. Today, I heard the testimony of Dr. Ford and just had enough. I don't want... Continue Reading →
In honor of the fast-waning month of January, I wanted to address Step 1 and the paradox of embracing powerlessness as a way to manifest a much greater destiny.
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.
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 →
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.