“The world needs you cracked open. Not carefully stuck together. For many people, there comes a point where life has a way of knocking us over enough times that the pieces just have to fall on the floor. Try as we might with the super glue and blue tack, we eventually let it all come falling down. This is life’s way of rejiggling all the bits. Reshuffling the parts that were in the wrong place to start with. Especially now. At the time it can feel like you’re broken. But the truth is that you are actually more whole than you can possibly imagine. You are more whole and closer than you were before. And before long you will come to bless the things that cracked you open. Because just like humpty dumpty, regardless of all the king’s horses and all the king’s men, we are the only ones who can put ourselves together again. And you can. And you will. And it’s going to be glorious.”
— Rebecca Campbell
Wow. Just wow.
I’ve read so much on sobriety that I thought I couldn’t be surprised any more. At 5 am this morning, in a quiet house with my daughter sleeping on the couch, this is exactly what I needed to read:
The Shame Cave
Greetings fellow soberistas! Here’s a quick reblog of Anna’s, from Storm in a Wine Glass. I read it in the 2 minutes I had before leaving the house. Enjoy!
Hard As F*ck, But Entirely Possible
As I sat here filling out my naturalization paperwork (I am still a Canadian citizen), I came across this question and just had to share:
Have you EVER been a habitual drunkard?
Here’s a great article by David Baumrind about the spiral of shame.
Deep Inner Work is the new Sexy
One thing about drinking and then trying to get sober is that you have to get inside your own head to find out why it happened and how to keep it from continuing. Imagine doing this as a psychiatrist! Doctor Getting Sober is doing just that, and has amazing insight into the process:
Physician, Heal Thyself
For some reason this morning, I have long-ago tracks of music running through my head. This one’s by Nazareth, and has such poignant lyrics. The throwback style of the 70s alone is worth watching, where people sometimes just stood there and played, with no dancers or lights or big screens. And yet their voices still carry down through the years to the first time I heard this song and thought, I’m not alone.
Painting by Donna Dowless