After a difficult marriage and divorce, I thrived on anger. Somehow, the anger felt like power in a situation where I had very little of it. It wasn’t until I read A Return to Love that I knew there was a downside to what I saw as perfectly justified anger. Here’s a great article from The Elephant describing one women’s anger toward her father:
The Danger of Justified Anger.
(You may have to give an email address to read articles from The Elephant.)
Laura has a fascinating story. In her latest post, she reflects on a devastating year at five years’ sober:
It seems like it took me months to get 10 followers when I first started blogging. The support I got here, however, was CRUCIAL to my (eventual) sobriety. I love supporting new bloggers, so this 100 Days to Sparkle on her 4th day of sobriety:
Bushwhacking New Brain Trails: Day 4.
Here’s some free love from Laura McKowen. I loved her book We Are the Luckiest: The Surprising Magic of a Sober Life, so when I saw that she was sharing a free e-book on her site, I had to pass it on.
Six Mantras for Early Sobriety (or any other time when you’re in the shit pit)
The wonderful and brave Laura McKowen writes about her experience here:
The Morning After: Two Years Later
Feeling a little down? Why not try an Indian pop song? Studies show music can change your serotonin levels, even your DNA.
MAJOR extra credit if you attempt the dance moves! (I did.)
CLICK HERE FOR A CHANGE OF PACE!
At four years’ sober, I wanted to repost this blog for anyone who might be struggling:
Hope for the Heavy Drinker
At four years’ sober a week ago, I thought maybe my brain had healed enough to try to finally wean myself of an antidepressant I have taken for twenty years. I was down to a really low dose; even so, when I’d tried to taper off before, I couldn’t outlast the withdrawal.
The drug served me well at a time when I felt way too much. It was a buffer between me and the world I had created, much of it painful. One side effect was that I almost never cried, even in the most dire of circumstances.
But I missed crying at something beautiful, like while watching a good movie or listening to an amazing voice.
This morning, however, I happened across a video not shown in the U.S. for the song “Someone you loved.” A few minutes in and tears were streaming down my face. It felt so good, so cleansing. And it had been so long. This morning, there was a tiny thawing in my heart, held safe for me until the beginning of spring.
I used to be someone you loved.
“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