On Life’s Terms: Mothers in Recovery follows five women struggling to keep their children as they battle addiction in a unique women and children’s residential treatment program in San Rafael, California. Their intimate story reveals experiences with domestic violence, prostitution and incarceration, as they courageously step onto the path of self-sufficiency with integrity and pride. Their three year journey is told against the backdrop of drug laws and policies impacting mother and child. This timely film combats the stigma, encourages greater understanding about underlying issues of addiction and promotes the need for substance use treatment vs. incarceration.
This just rocks. I would give almost — almost — anything to check this out. Which pretty much shows how low I keep the bar. My spouse, my dog, and my sobriety are off the table. Just about everything else is negotiable.
Writers In Treatment is proud to present The REEL Recovery Film Festival. This multi-day event is a celebration of film, the arts, writing and creativity. We showcase filmmakers who make honest films about addiction, alcoholism, behavioral disorders, treatment and recovery. Slated for screening is an eclectic lineup of contemporary and classic films, documentaries and shorts from American and international, first-time filmmakers and industry veterans.
This is such a timely post for me. It has only taken about 4 1/2 years for me to become irritating, annoying, and more than just a little arrogant in my sobriety. Time for me to re-arrange my thinking, to be sure. But more importantly, I need to let God to re-arrange my heart, for certainly in my heart I want to be an Eskimo Angel. I so appreciate this poignant post from Paul at Message In a Bottle.
He reeked of booze. And BO. I stood beside a man on the bus the other day. His swollen and busted up face caught my attention. He had a hospital band on his wrist. His dead eyes said it all. In his hand was a bag full of rattling Olde English malt liquor bottles. He stared into the middle distance while I sized him up and took him in. It was a reminder of where I came from and where I could be if I picked up again. I wanted to hug him, to let him know that it didn’t have to be like that any more. But I knew that look he had – long lost in his mind, his alcoholism, his perceived fate. He was, at that moment, a shell of what he could be, what he was meant to be. Was he one of…
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For me, simply walking through the day alcohol-free was a major task. The idea of doing anything else so profoundly different apart from remaining sober took time, effort, and a very deliberate and determined sense of purpose. Binki at sobernoodles nails it when she writes about the simple fear of the unknown (i.e. uncontrollable) outcome that arises when we step into that indeterminable gray void called “free will.”