Every single Monday Mrs. Kennon started a diet. She’d ended it by Tuesday, maybe Monday evening, but the next Monday…again. Every Monday morning I call my sponsor, we talk. She asks about my food then asks about prayer, meditation. The […]
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What Kind of Example?
I can be a living example or a dying example of how the program works. (Voices of Recovery, page 16) Sometimes I’m an eagle, others a grackle. Sometimes my life is marvelous, a magnet for others, a delight for me, wondrous […]
Continue reading »The Old Days
Sometimes the “good” worms into my thoughts – no, not thoughts. My gut, my archival memories, the illusive patterns perhaps once a source of pleasure, later compulsion, habit, obsession – bestowing pain as a sadistic surrogate for comfort. The Old […]
Continue reading »Whenever Pain
Isolating doesn’t stop pain, doesn’t ward off fear, doesn’t mend hearts. I know. I tried. How many times, how many years I tried. Addiction doesn’t stop pain, doesn’t ward off fear, doesn’t mend hearts. I know. I tried. How many […]
Continue reading »Once Upon a Nightmare
On those days nostalgia tempts, when good old days seem dear, illusive comfort looms corporeal — on those days I forget the nightmare addiction became, let me never unfetter the hope I’ve found. Let it tether me to the dream.
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