I know what you’re going to say. You didn’t do it. It was someone else. It doesn’t matter that there’s not a shred of evidence that points to anyone but you. You will still deny it. You’re doing drugs. Again. You’re acting reckless. Again. I welcomed you back into our lives and you hurt someone I love. Again. But you’re not the only one who has made mistakes. I don’t know… Read More
I’ve spent the last year learning what it means to trust myself in dark places. I don’t mean darkness in the sense of depression or danger. More like learning to feel my way through the dark without automatically reaching over to turn on a light and asking myself what I need to learn in this place before moving on. Part of that has been separating from outside influences so that I could… Read More
I’m a big fan of The Sisterwives and am always floored by the courage and fearlessness of the people who share their stories there. Now it’s my turn and I’m both excited and a little nervous. I keep thinking… I needed to share this. What the hell am I doing? There are too many details. This barely scratches the surface. I can’t do this. I can’t not do this. It’s a story… Read More
Every so often I read a book that sticks with me, makes me remember where I came from and reminds me of the resiliency of the human spirit. Wounds of the Father: A True Story of Child Abuse, Betrayal, and Redemption by Elizabeth Garrison is such a book. Elizabeth suffered unspeakable childhood abuse but what she focuses on in her book is her descent into drug and alcohol addiction and how she… Read More
I managed 3 weeks without blogging. I’ve read some books, tried not to think too hard and wasted a little time on Facebook. I’ve had deep conversations with friends, hilarious ones with my kids and trick-or-treated like a boss. I even dressed up for Halloween, which I haven’t done since 1998. There’s definitely something in the air. Loved ones all around me are struggling with life changing circumstances while I’m in a… Read More
When I was in my early 20’s, I went through a very dark period in my life. It was like every bad thing that had ever happened finally caught up to me and I couldn’t deny it any longer. I sank into a deep depression, thought often about dying and just about gave up on life. I haven’t thought much about that time in awhile but it all came back to me… Read More
Life is hard. Even when life is really, really good, it’s hard. I’ve always been drawn to warriors who have lived hard lives because they’re the ones who will tell it like it is. They’ll tell you that the circumstances they’ve faced have beaten them down but that it’s a choice to stand back up. They’ll own it because to deny it would make them a victim and they refuse to be… Read More
April is Alcoholism Awareness Month, the purpose of which is to increase awareness and understanding aimed at reducing the stigma associated with alcoholism. It’s the stigma and fear associated with it that often prevents people and their loved ones from seeking help. The word alcoholic makes people uncomfortable, both alcoholics and non-alcoholics alike. For me, it’s kind of like telling people I’m a Christian. You never know how people are going to react.
I was honored when Janice at Crazy Good Parent asked me to write a guest post.
I love sharing insights that I’ve gained through sobriety, spirituality and parenting and I admit that I like to wrap things up in neat little packages. I don’t usually post until I’ve come to some sort of conclusion that I (and hopefully others) can learn from. I like finding meaning, lessons and most of all, closure. That’s probably why I’ve never written in detail about how I suffered for nearly 30 years… Read More