Lost Time

Over the past few weeks, I've been digging through my house trying to find items to sell in an upcoming rummage sale. Most of the items are my daughters, and as time has passed and she has accumulated more and more things, our home has started to feel slightly claustrophobic. Still, I’m having a hard... Continue Reading →

Thoughts on Change

Change. I wasn't always the type of mom who took the time to braid her daughters hair, or read her books at bedtime, or paint her fingernails 5 different colors. I wasn't always the type of mom who let her daughter crawl into bed with her after she’d had a nightmare. I wasn’t always prepared... Continue Reading →

Songs of my Recovery

I was driving home from the store with my daughter tonight when Demi Lovato's new song Sober came on the radio. I had read that she recently relapsed and wrote about it in a song, but I hadn't heard it yet. Before I knew what was happening, I was overcome with emotion. As I listened... Continue Reading →

Cry

When I was a child, I was convinced that adults never cried. I thought that maybe someday I would reach an age where crying would no longer be my emotional response to things like fear, stress or anger. When this change didn't occur, I started to see those who did not cry as strong, and myself... Continue Reading →

#HOPE

Last night I stopped at the gas station on my way home. There was a man walking around asking for change, which is not unusual in Milwaukee. I’ve learned how to say no when necessary. But there was something about this man that caught my eye. He looked strikingly similar to a young man I... Continue Reading →

Why I Support 12 Step Fellowships

I’ve been reading a lot of articles lately where individuals have been talking negatively about 12 Step fellowships like Alcoholics Anonymous, Narcotics Anonymous, etc. It sometimes feels as if it is some sort of smear campaign. I can only speak for myself, but I completely disagree with the opinions of those who say Fellowships like AA and... Continue Reading →

Eyes Wide Open

“From the moment I started working towards a solution - instead of obsessing over the problem - I felt immediate relief! I am no longer afraid.” Vanessa Day

Missing

Missing…. That one word has so much depth, and brings back so many memories. I could talk about this word endlessly as it relates to my active addiction. I could talk about the times I missed my daughter, the times I missed family events, voluntarily at first and later because I was no longer invited.... Continue Reading →

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