What I Found at the Bottom of Every Bottle I Ever Drank
A poem of struggle and excuses. (It’s never too late for a new beginning.) Continue reading What I Found at the Bottom of Every Bottle I Ever Drank
Tag: recovery
Three years ago I decided to quit drinking
I was an alcoholic for over 25 years. During that time I also lived my life like a normal person. Continue reading Three years ago I decided to quit drinking
The Words I Write
I started writing because there were stories inside of me that needed to get out. Old stories, gritty stories, haunting stories. Stories I had spent years drinking into the shadows. Stories that peered up at me in fragile longing, begging to be seen and forgiven. Continue reading The Words I Write
But First, Meditate.
Every morning I sit in this space. (Well, most mornings, when I can… sometimes after milks are poured and waffles toasted, jammies pulled over heads and sandwiches wrapped in plastic.) I tuck in around myself and breathe. Continue reading But First, Meditate.
Spirit Guide
This new poem came from the deepest place of connection. It is a very personal description of my reunion with spirit during my recovery journey, and a nod to the divine within us all. Continue reading Spirit Guide
Envy
It began as an adolescent: I envied her popularity. I envied the magnificence of her giant bangs. I envied the ease of her flirtation with boys. I envied the way she wore her Z Cavariccis. I envied her athleticism, her tanned skin, her confidence, her status. I looked around at the girls who were my peers and I measured myself against them. In my mind, I always fell short. I turned the negative energy of envy inward, silently berating myself. Continue reading Envy
The Chrysalis
In our earthly human lives, if we are lucky enough, we will find ourselves in a transformative state much like the pile of soupy goo inside a chrysalis. If we are lucky enough, we will not trudge through our whole existence as a flightless caterpillar. Continue reading The Chrysalis
Let’s Talk About Sober, Baby
It has been 2 years, 8 months, and 7 days (approximately) since I made the decision to break free from the grip of consistent alcohol abuse.But alcohol has crossed my lips since then. Continue reading Let’s Talk About Sober, Baby
Anger
I have been sinking. I am physically embodying the effects of this time of isolation and the resulting depression. I have zits; I am gaining weight; I feel tired and irritated all the time.After my meditation this morning, I asked my unicorn cards for some guidance (as I occasionally do when I feel stuck or lost). I shuffled and shrugged as I cut the deck one final time to reveal my card: ANGER Continue reading Anger
A March Wind
When life hits you with a sudden blast,
like a strong March wind
that rips fresh buds off eager spring branches,
leaving you staring, stunned, at your bare twigs
wondering if you have the energy reserves to start again… Continue reading A March Wind
