Striving toward Healing, Humility, Courage, and Faith
Alone in the car with my younger son, today, I pretended to take credit for saying something fantastic, a quote which actually came directly from him. He was like: “Mawm, I said that, not you.” In all seriousness,straight-faced, I replied; “Nah-aaaaah, I am totally the one who said it.” He was rightly disturbed- I admitted …
Angry letters I would write and send if not for recovery. I have anger, but it is not the boss of me. I let it teach me and then I get to practice taming it. Dear Dad, I experience little conscious memory of you, only of the raging in our house and you bringing home …
Recovery has been a wildly unpopular choice—quite agitating to those threatened by the idea that there is something wrong—other than only my existence. My healing has been labelled a lie, a show, an attack, a war, a story to get attention. I hear this frequently from others in recovery-“Recovery is a deal-breaker and a relationship …
The tribal tension in our country right now is a perfect parallel to the dynamic of my family of origin- overflowing of remarkable efforts toward rightness and to victory, rather than goodness/kindness. Right in this context, referring to triumph and domination. As if winning and dominating are evidence of truth and goodness. In my journey …
A pile of poop with a smile, is still poop. Sunday’s sermon began with the smiling poop emoji on both of the teleprompter screens. The visual presentations were prefaced with, “If I could find a way to best describe this past year, it would be this (the emoji). I lost my father suddenly to cancer …
This post is taken directly from how.i.rebuilt.myself. The “me too ” which I feel when I read her posts is priceless-helping survivors heal, one post at a time. Fake chivalry of the covert man. He’s the neighbourhood favourite – will jump start your car, run an errand for your sick wife while you’re on a business trip and hold …