Nothing can compare with those early days of being stuck in a Dday nightmare: you can’t sleep, you cry all day, everything you have cherished and worked for is forever changed. You’re wrecked, and this is not hyperbole. Then with some work, life finds a certain rhythm again. Nothing like your former life, but more stable than in early recovery. If your recovering marriage is anything like mine at the 3+ year mark, it’s stable but kind of lonely. He’s…
Would you judge a middle-aged woman crying in the grocery store? Honestly I would. I would think she needed medication perhaps or she needed to go home and rest at a minimum. I cried in the grocery store. In the card isle, to be exact. Recently I decided to pick up a birthday card for my husband while at the store. Reading through all the cards made me feel sick and dissociated. I had to see too many “Happy Birthday…
Hi Friends, Well it’s been several weeks back when I started a series on addiction. I fully intended to share several posts in this series in rapid succession – I was excited about it, too! So what happened? An adult child needed extra support. Work picked up. The holidays came. We took a very long road trip. It’s February. I’m only now beginning to breathe again after all the busyness. I had to take a break from the blog –…