Monthly Archives: September 2014

repost: another 9 months

Anne at ainsobriety has a wonderful accounting of last evening.


I have a better story to tell today. One of pride and joy and unity.

My husband got his 9 month chip last night. We almost didn’t even go to the meeting. Monday night football was on. We wanted to see KC clobber the Patriots. But we did.
At the last second he asked me to give it to him. Me.
I was overwhelmed and flustered, but I got up and told the group just how proud I am of him. That our life has improved a million percent in the past 9 months. About a renewed sense of family and togetherness that we have found that we never even realized we were missing.
This was a huge thing. Over the past 9 months he has questioned why he ever started this. The unfairness of not being able to drink when everyone else does. The oddness of the meetings some…

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repost: worthy

Kindly remove your shoes before reading the following from Message in a Bottle. You’re on hallowed ground.

. . . I have lots of those things which are slowly making their way down to my spirit, nestled among the other things that have come to me in my short journey.  In the meantime, then, I wrestle with them.  Because they are in my mind, and because I have a thinking problem above all else, that is just what I do.  I over-think.  I sweat the small stuff.  I get caught up in my own filth when there is greater work to be done.  I am human, a work-in-progress.

Wonderfully honest writing from one of the best.


Message in a Bottle


I am always hesitant when I write something here on the blog.  When I write, I am usually focusing in on something that is ruminating in my mind, or perhaps touching on something that I am going through.  Usually, what I am going through isn’t all-consuming as I may make it seem to be.  Usually, I am just shining the spot light on a small or not-so-small (sometimes) part of me that I like to talk myself through.  And share with others. What I’d like to let y’all know is that these things are usually just passing thoughts. What I say today, right now, might change tomorrow.  And often does. The pain I might be going through usually dissipates. What I write doesn’t define me, either way, good or bad.  I think sometimes people read too much into what I write and perhaps see me in constant crisis.

It’s far…

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repost: haters gonna hate; my haters motivate

Nuts. Now I have to wipe the Starbucks off my keyboard. But Is this, like, the perfect way to start a Tuesday? Not to mention the last day in September?


People, amirite?  Where do they get off?

On my way to the office this morning, I received a notification from Instagram that I had received a direct message/picture from someone who I rarely, if that, communicate with.  She was married to my cousin, who lives out of state, and with whom I don’t really have that close of a relationship with either.  I kinda got happy, thinking she must be sending me some supportive or encouraging quote, since that’s all I really post on Instagram.

But instead I received this:

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I was pretty floored.  I mean, I never talk to her.  I have never personally discussed with her me wanting to get sober and remain sober, I don’t have regular conversations with her, I don’t know what her daily routine is like, I don’t know what she’s going through in her life, I don’t know if her job is stressful or…

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going it alone

Bill at What…Me Sober? on going it alone and why it’s such a bad strategy.

It’s hard for us addicts to believe that others sincerely care about us. We have already proven that we can’t be successful on our own; that’s what brought us to the rooms of recovery. Yet opening up to others and admitting to ourselves that we do need help is the first big stumbling block to getting clean and sober. It’s hard for us to realize the power of the group, and of a program based on hope and the compassion and understanding of other folks who know where we’re coming from because they have been there too. We expect to be judged, and instead they offer us hugs – how weird is that?

Good stuff from one of the best. Read it all.

What...Me Sober?

by Bill

My wife and I picked up medallions at a meeting last night. We’ve been celebrating with that group since we got out of treatment 25 years ago, with the exception of a couple of years a few years back. My anniversary was the 14th, and hers is today. Although we don’t get to that meeting very often, the group is special to us because it was the first 12-step meeting we attended outside of a treatment facility.

It was great to see old friends and listen to the things the other celebrants and attendees had to say. I couldn’t help but think, as I often do, about the incredible importance of those folks’ support, and the support of many who are no longer with us. There is no question in my mind but that I would have relapsed without it, because my arrogance had me convinced…

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repost: another day

Debbie at Dangling on the Edge flat out rocks with this awesome post about another day sober.

You understand that voice in your head (wolfie) is NOT you. It is that voice which tries to convince you one drink is okay. That you deserve it, that you need it, that you MUST have it to get through whatever. Knowing it’s there, knowing that you are not a bad person, knowing it can be controlled is more than half the battle. Sure, it’s hard but remember, it’s the alcohol talking. You are not weak nor are you stupid. You know what’s going on. It’s just a matter of being ready to deal with it and conquer it.

This is good stuff. Go read the whole thing. Now.

dangling on the edge

Another day, another . . . . day sober 🙂 I have no news to report. I just felt I needed to write. I get new followers all the time and feel that they are looking for answers, for help, for an “aha”, or just plain want confirmation that they are not alone. I want to be there for everyone. I want all to know that booze really sucks the life out of you and it’s bad news. You know this, right? And until you can get to the point where you just can’t take it any longer, you can talk yourself blue in the face with what you know but are unable to act upon. That is okay. Most all of us begin our sober journey many times over until it finally sticks. Until you finally read a sober blog that just resonates with you. Until you finally know…

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