One Day at a Time, They too Shall Pass
With each day and night that passes, there is one less in which we have to heal. In this desire(to heal), I stand alone. My mother, aunts, and uncles are…
The Menu-Life Choices
Like a child, I want to choose only from a menu of: fun, relaxing, and highly lucrative. Regarding my family of origin, there is no action to take...no matter how differently…
Fools Rush In
Because my mother is physically and mentally unwell, 84, and in the hospital, I am feeling twisted up inside, as if I should DO something. There is nothing for me to do at this time. My efforts to heal and build trust or connection are either swatted away like a pesky gnat or they go unacknowledged. I guess swats and dismissals are an improvement from being blasted with heavy artillery of character assasination and accusations of how I deserve abuse or am unworthy of kindness. This is progress. (more…)
Moving On is Acceptance
Without spiritual recovery, I would still be trying to MAKE people, places and things be different from how they are. Irresponsible, childish, and damaging; attempting to be a God of sorts-very unwholesome,…