This storytelling might be a mirror for some, a cautionary tale, an epiphany or a permission slip. It may not be for you... but for someone you love. But mostly, it's a brain dump for me. These brain dumps are my process and a catalyst to change, evolving and transformation or sometimes just an awareness to be still and witness and I share because I wish someone would have shared with me.

Patterns can change.
People can change. Neuroscience says that it is so and I am living proof that it is possible.
I am a miracle and so are you.
So, if you are reading this wondering how the hell are you going to survive the next twenty-four hours, much less eight years, you can do it. Take it one moment at a time.
I am not an anomaly: there are over 23 million people doing recovery.

Expectation, grandeur, having too much (sugar), having too little (money), saying “yes” to one too many things, family discord, planning, cleaning, cooking, wrapping… it ALL can get to be a little too much.

Is the word RECOVERY getting in the way of you recovering?

You aren't the only one. I hear it all the time. People sometimes stop listening when I use the word. Their response (if they have one) is "I don't have a drinking or a drug problem."

For many years, my competitive drive was fueled by insecurity and lack of self worth. I wanted to do well at school to please the teachers. I wanted to play golf and soccer well to be accepted by my peers, I wanted to complete marathons for the praise.

AS IF ALL OF THAT WOULD SHRINK THE HOLE OF SELF LOATHING. SPOILER ALERT: IT DIDN'T.