Me, me, me… what about me?
I have been trying to think about something to say since the beginning of the pandemic. Pandemic, that’s a big fat scary word! I usually have a lot to say, but I have been silent,…
I have been trying to think about something to say since the beginning of the pandemic. Pandemic, that’s a big fat scary word! I usually have a lot to say, but I have been silent,…
This was NOT my finest moment, but it was also NOT the moment that would define my life.
This was NOT my finest moment, but it was also NOT the moment that would define my life.
When I sobered up, my normal state had become irritable, restless and discontented for so long, that it was difficult for me to let myself be anything else. I would catch myself being angry for no reason at all. I began to keep a funny looking doll with me that made very amusing noises when I squeezed it to remind me that it was ok to laugh and be happy.
God just talked to me or maybe I’m delusional… He asked me to collect and share your stories of addiction, alcoholism, and recovery so that you can heal and spread hope in the world. I…
So, what’s going on with me at four years sober and eighteen months out of prison? I have so much to be grateful for and yet that fades as time goes by. I do attempt…
the realization that we are being loved by God in a way that is unparalleled and unconditional, creates in our inner self, a feeling which is like an incredible rainbow.
This I can only explain as an act of Grace from my God to me, because I certainly didn’t deserve it and I did nothing to receive or even expect it. He gave it to me when I most needed it when I most needed Him.
What I learned about Sin and Hell prevented me from having a Loving and Trusting relationship with God. How could I ever trust a God that condemned his favorite Angel to Hell, surely I would be doomed as well and I knew what was “down there.”
When he was called on to share, he was startled and as he began to talk, he shook; as did I when I began my recovery journey. Being asked to share was frightening enough, but not being called on was almost worse.