It took me about 6 years of trying and failing to finally get sober. It’s a period in my life that genuinely felt like a blur. I can’t remember a lot of events that others can and I could never put any events I do recall in any kind of chronological order.
Instead of encouraging us to embrace our own unique nature and the beauty of the collective oneness that we all share at our very core, society underhandedly enforces a plethora of limiting beliefs.
Cold, bright solitude.
We had what amounts to a parenting milestone two-fer last fall. Our youngest two children, step-sisters, both graduated in June and moved away to begin their freshman year of college at their respective schools. While our nest-emptying began gradually in 2016, it emptied abruptly in September.
His outrage was explosive! Publicly chastised, his eyes glared with resentment. And, there I stood – guilty of poking the eye of the tiger with a (judgement) stick.
I sure wasn’t ready for that, just as I am sure most people aren’t ready for this kind of thing to happen. Nobody prepares for these things, they just sort of happen. One day life is normal and one day it isn’t.
Clouds caress the trees.
HIV does not exclusively affect men. As reported by the Telegraph, the dilemma now is that women have been largely left out of the treatment and awareness for this disease.
Art therapy is one of the things that helped me recover from addiction. I began painting and drawing while I was in treatment for drug addiction and have been doing it ever since. There are several ways it has helped me tremendously.
Students moving into residence in January are not greeted with the enthusiasm that’s offered in September; there are no welcome events or free barbeques.