Mood: Completely Pissy, Compassion thrown out the Window

Do you know how much I would give to have two parents to hold my hand during the scariest parts of my addiction?

Step 2 Work: A Power Greater than Ourselves Could Restore us to Sanity

Step 2:  We came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity. My belief statements: I am powerless over alcohol and my life has become unmanageable Alcohol has caused a decline in my mental health and sanity Alcohol is a bigger problem than I can handle on my own IContinue reading “Step 2 Work: A Power Greater than Ourselves Could Restore us to Sanity”

Lazy Rainy Saturday

I need to continue to work on step 2 a bit.  I love my higher power and the idea of Him– but I’m not 100% confident that I know how to access my HP when Betsy talks me into a drink.  I mean, I’m not planning on drinking.  I haven’t had any urges or cravings lately, but know that eventually they will come.  If Betsy starts to win the argument in my head (this has happened before), I don’t know how to use my HP to stop the thoughts in my head. 

Perfection is a Mirage

So this idea of perfection, it’s just an idea and isn’t even anything tangible.  Thinking and wanting will do nothing but make you sad and unhappy.  We must take social media with a grain of salt and realize that we are not seeing the whole picture.  

Totally Ready to Slay Some Dragons

I am actually looking forward to getting back to work.  This is the time of the year that I start checking things off for the last time before summer vacation.  I will definitely be very busy these next couple of weeks!  

Step One— I am Totally, 100%, Powerless over Alcohol— and With it My Life is Completely Unmanageable 

I am NOT powerless, on the contrary, I have great power.  The power I must execute when it comes to alcohol is to STEER CLEAR.  The minute I take a sip is the moment where I lose my power.  The poison steals it and I no longer have control. 

Spring Break Staycation and Everyone and Their Brother is in Florida

So, while I’m baskin in my glory of a super clean house, homemade meals, daily naps on top of 9 hours a sleep per night, a part of me is jealous of all of my friends in their bathing suits on the beach.  Seriously.  I’m even secondhand witnessing coworkers who no longer work together running into each other.   How can there be enough beaches to possibly fit everyone who is in Florida right now?

Unfacebooking and Allowing Myself to be a Quitter

I have a bad habit of starting things but not following through with them.  Such as: meditation, regular elliptical usage to shape my legs, yoga, pilates, veganism, shakeology, probiotics, books (like over 30 on my shelf that I have started), AA meetings, womens meetings, juicing, stepwork, various workout programs, walking at lunch, sewing, piano lessons, pretty much you name it, I tried it a couple of times and then quit.

Belly Laughs

If you are lucky enough to get off the Total Life and Happiness Suck merry-go-round, then you will see.  Anxiety dwindles and it is easier to shrug off day to day life stresses.  You wake up feeling alive and well-rested, a major change from the misery that used to encompass every morning routine and shroud your entire existence in a blanket of guilt and shame. 

Facebook is the Devil and Scout Camp is like Rehab (sort of)

Then there are my friends who blatantly insult me because of my beliefs.  Basically I’ve been called an idiot, moron and a dumb-ass because I have zero interest in going to work at an elementary school with a gun attached to my hip (my aim is really bad).  They didn’t call me those names specifically, but their posts state that a teacher is those things if they oppose carrying guns while working at a school.