addiction
The realities of addition; the truth about living under, above and beyond the influence of drugs and alcohol.
Losing Time
His eyes flick to the clock for the third time in 5 minutes. 4:22, He gets off work in one hour and 38 minutes. He will then walk to his apartment, arriving at about 6:55. It's a long walk. It will then take him 8 to 23 minutes to find the $47 he hid over a month ago. He needs $60.
By Cassandra Norton5 years ago in Psyche
Sobriety: A Self love story
I am writing this on the eve of a New Year, at the tail end of a shitty one. Not one for resolutions or too much public self reflection I have never really posted much besides interesting New Yorker articles or pictures of my cats, but in the spirit of a looming 2021 I’m feeling brave, so here I go.
By Emily Whyte5 years ago in Psyche
Mental Health Tips for Addiction
As 2020 closes and the new year begins, you may be looking for ways to improve your overall health and well-being. For many, this can include going to the gym, daily runs, or drinking more water. For others, it can mean a major life change – like getting sober.
By Joe Gilmore5 years ago in Psyche
Nature Set Me Free...
It started out just like any another ordinary Monday in early winter 2020, when two drunks were on a drive, on the backroads of Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania. It was just me and my certified recovery specialist (CRS) chatting about old times. This time, however; we were on the road for our usual, weekly, 2-hour appointment because we couldn't go to any of our regular spots, due to the governor shutting everything down, in response to a rise in Covid-19 cases. I remember, it was cold and we weren't sure how we were going to have a productive meeting, since we couldn't sit across the table from each other, looking into each other's eyes, getting the full effect of one alcoholic helping the other. So, we had to just make due with driving along, with the hopes as to make our time worthwhile. He quickly fell into the setting and began sharing some memories of times in the past, when he would cruise this very road we were on (How fitting!). Somehow, in orderly fashion, he made his narrative relate to my recovery. He told me a lot that day, but there were three, unique parts to his chronicle, all involving a guy named Bo, which I now, feel like I know even though he died many years prior to my coming to the 12-step program.
By Sean P. Muchler5 years ago in Psyche
Alcohol and Motherly Parenting
As a small child, I was raised in an alcoholic home. My father worked long hours every day of the week. It was my sister and me, for the most part, at home. My mother was a very broken person. Her grandmother raised her due to her birth mother dying eleven hours after my mother was born from pneumonia. She died in 1957. "Nana" did her best raising my mother. Nana spoiled her to no end because she felt horrible for her being without her mother. So, my mother was given anything she wanted, went wherever she wanted, and never had a curfew. She was a wild child because she had so much freedom. I will share stories of her later in the series.
By Jessica Girdler5 years ago in Psyche
Imagine
Imagine... You are 5 years old. Your mother is driving the family mini van to drop your older brother and sister off at school. Your siblings get out of the car, and you give them a hug and a kiss and say goodbye for the day. They run into the building with their friends, and now you and your best friend, your mom, are alone in the car. You get to spend the whole day with the most important person in the world. The one you love more than life itself. You ask, “Mommy, what are we doing today?” Her reply- “I have to go to a friends house to pick up something, then we can do whatever you want.”
By Eliza Cahill5 years ago in Psyche
Alcohol
I grew up in a semi small town, less that 30,000 people. For California that was a small place and everyone knew everyone. It was one of those towns that you ask who their parents were and who they were related to before you asked someone out on a date. Didn't want to kiss a second cousin.
By Randi Hulme5 years ago in Psyche
The Garden
Beverlee Puckett THE GARDEN By Beverlee Puckett As I sink deep onto my California King size bed I gaze out the picture window to admire this Super Full Moon shining in all his glory. Usually I am in full swing preparing for my monthly full moon rituals and incantations to honor the Goddess her self for the ability to harvest the moons energy and will it to assist me in whatever intent my focus is on at the particular time; however, I can only think about how messed up my life has become. I can send blame in all different directions to so many people who has had a vast impact on my life. I then realize, as I begin to pull the covers slowly up around me, in the end it is my choice on how I handle each and every situation which occurs. Do I believe what I can only see? Whether I believe it or not believe what is truly going on does not matter. Your brain is so complexed. Your thoughts can become your reality. Your reality can become your thoughts. Eventually among the insanity a ugly monster with red glowing eyes will emerge.
By Beverlee Puckett5 years ago in Psyche
