If I really think about it. … I could not have done anything great enough to earn the gift of Sweet Greg’s love. AND there…
Author: 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.
Sweet Greg is here, recovering from brutal wisdom tooth extraction while I battle my obsessive thinking alongside current heinous withdrawal from Xyzal. What a nightmare.…
Today, I cannot help but marvel at how I was raised to believe that the words, opinions, moods, and behaviors of others should make me…
It really makes no difference why a person is consistently kind and honest or why they are not. It may be time to stop needing…
The other night, my older son was distraught by a situation at school and was spiraling into despair by obsessing on the unfairness and the…
If one of my legs became afflicted with progressive, fatal, and incurable disease, diminishing my overall health and quality of life –and I could have…
Ugh! My life has never been better. Ever. But this does not change the reality of my depression and anxiety. In fact, they are made…
Yesterday at the vet for routine procedures, there was a man, with his very old and loved, black cocker spaniel neatly bundled in a blanket…
I was an inconvenient child. There was no tolerance or support for this, only resentment. I learned resentment at an early age. Unlearning is taking time. As…