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.
Dear All, As I have just announced, I am starting a public-facing blog at long, long last. Despite being a writer and choosing a theme close to my heart and personal experience, I am terrified. Oddly enough, my greatest fear is not going public with the fact that I am in recovery, and plan to... Continue Reading →
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 →
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.