I don’t want to be who I am anymore. Is that possible? Addicts who are surviving say relapse is always lurking and can never be fully extinguished. The dark fire is always there. Tonight I made a terrible mistake. I’ve made so many mistakes lately. I’ve made so many mistakes forever. Are they really mistakes […]Read More As An Addict I Find
Seriously. (Ok not seriously but I’ll diatribe if I want to) The God of three of the world’s major religions (Islam, Judaism, Christianity) is the same being. I don’t know if more and more Muslims are abandoning their faith but I can tell you that more and more Christians and Jews are becoming more and […]Read More Why Hasn’t God Put Out An App?
This is not going to be a long post (famous last words). Part of the twelve step jargon is calling the community of people in the program a “fellowship”. As I am a card-carrying geek-dork, I immediately flash to: Someone said it in Monday night’s meeting and I suppressed a giggle…because I’m apparently 12 years […]Read More My Fellowship
Dr. Dre’s seminal boast from his classic song Nuthin’ But a G Thang from the immortal 1992 masterpiece The Chronic always made me laugh. My grammar nerdiness always chuckled at the redundancy. But I’ve been thinking about the word ‘slipping’ lately because it’s one of those ubiquitous terms in my twelve step program. Slipping is […]Read More Never Let Me Slip, ‘Cause If I Slip, Then I’m Slippin’
Safe space? People in twelve step programs incessantly talk about place. “Don’t put yourself in an unsafe space.” For alcoholics, it’s a bar. For gamblers, it’s a casino. For sex addicts, it’s…being conscious? “Stay in a safe space.” The disease is strong enough. You don’t need to give it home field advantage. . . . […]Read More (UN)Safe Space