A Song Not Scored For Breathing

" I think....I feel....I believe... " He'd pause between each phrase, drawing it out as if trying to teach a child to speak. I...

"The pain between my shoulder blades has disappeared. " Instantly tears well up in my eyes. I know so well how stuffing my emotion...

This week, when I hit the one year anniversary of going to rehab, I sat down and wrote a letter to my treatment counselor. Yesterday I deci...

"Anxiety is the space between 'now' and 'then.'" ~Richard Abell One year ago today I was full of anxiety as I wa...

Saturday afternoon it rained leaves all over the sky and I soaked in the beauty and absurdity of the sight. As I watched the trees do their...

"What do you need?" she'd ask. Inside I would think to myself....how the fuck do I know. You tell me. Nothing was the word I ...

"The more we were forced to lean on God, the more quickly we gave up our illusion of control. Only then could God do something with ou...

" You've got to be kidding me? " That was the open mouthed shocked expression I gave my counselor more times than I care to co...

"It's not so much that we're afraid of change, or so in love with the old ways, but it's that place in between we fear....i...

If tears are a form of prayer then I prayed a lot during my 20 days in rehab. Good, healing tears. In front of other people. And I survive...

This will be my last post before I go for treatment at the local Alcohol and Drug Abuse center August 4th to 24th. This morning I attended ...

When I started writing this blog I had no intent on turning it into a recovery blog. Could be that because back then I was still in denial a...

I feel like I'm in a holding pattern mode, waiting for something to happen. That's how I functioned throughout childhood. Never livi...

Some days it's frightening how much I can wallow in stinking thinking. Like today. I was still chewing on my session with Fr. Charlie y...