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JOYful Thanksgiving

It was happy, fun, funny, yummy, cozy. Each and all of us were both free and held. Diametrically opposed to my previous tradition of: untethered and trapped.

Anticipation leading up to “special days” is difficult for me. And I cannot help but marvel over each special day, in which I experience sustained and sustainable loving connection, peace, and JOY. I am capable. I am worthy. I did it. I do it. Together, with people who love me—one holiday at a time.

Beyond grateful.

You can bet money that I will still trip TF out in the days leading up to Christmas Eve. Even with five rock solid great ones under my belt, I lack holiday confidence and anticipation of the positive type.

Published by Magda Gee

I am in a program of recovery for those whose lives have been affected by someone else's drinking, drug use, mental illness. I am newly learning faith, hope, and courage, practices not witnessed by me, in my childhood, with my family. Sadly, No Contact, as a last resort, is how I keep safe from diminishing words and actions directed at me. I think I have listened for the last time to how I deserve mistreatment. By holding out for something more wholesome and loving, I have been both banished and demanded to return. I prefer serenity to proximity. I will continue with my program and faith in the best possible outcome, so long as I do my part-- to stalk GOD as if my life depends on it.