Like writing, cooking is incredibly therapeutic to me. When I’m cooking, my mind is focused on the task at hand; not on the little—and not so little—life problems that bring stress to my world. I feel at peace in the kitchen. It’s my happy place and my sanctuary. There’s no doubt that cooking has been a key ingredient in my recipe for recovery from my son’s addiction.
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After a warm introduction, the pastor stepped to the stage. He was overcome with emotion because he knew …
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I have learned so much and have been so blessed to be a part of something that I have been built to do through my history of experience. Ten months ago I began a full time job in the field and have absolutely loved it. There is nothing like this position. You have to be ready for anything. I went from being a person afraid of change and worried about what comes next to acceptance.
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Being a victim is just the problem that I can’t grow out of it until I admit that it’s not the doctor’s fault that I suffer, not my parent’s either, not society’s fault, not God’s fault, or whoever might be on my list at times. I have to admit, that it’s my own responsibility to break out of this cycle and do something pro-active about my disease in order to grow.
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Now I know some don’t agree that addiction is really a disease, but it has been proven. Our brains are wired so differently than non-addicts. We can try and try and convince ourselves that we are not going to drink, but we pour that drink anyway. How can this happen? It’s like someone else takes over. We don’t even have an answer because we don’t understand it ourselves.
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When I was evaluated in California, my A1C was in the stratosphere and my blood sugars were steadying in the 400’s. I was taken to the emergency room on three separate occasions due to high blood sugar during my inpatient treatment, one person knew two things that I needed to heal and conquer a crucial step that would be integral to my recovery. That person was my therapist, Peter.
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