Letting Go of the Lies

I find it truly mind-boggling how we hold onto the lies from our past. Somehow those lies get deeply embedded in our hearts and we would rather hold on to those than accept the truth about ourselves. It’s more comfortable that way because it’s what we know, I guess. Continue Reading

Your Words Hold No Truth

So I decided to take a little vacation and head to “California’s Country Music Capital”…Bakersfield. Yes, that is what Wikipedia says it is. Hmmm…My friend Julie described it as the “Armpit of California”. I’m leaning more in her direction after my 5 day stay. Continue Reading

Love Is Letting Go

Today was another sad day of letting go of something so dear and precious to me and my children. Another opportunity to do the right thing and another chapter closed. Today my sweet Oreo went to “Doggie Heaven”. Continue Reading

Trusting that You will make all things right…

When I first started in my recovery, I had only been a Christian for about 4 years so I was still, as they say, “a baby in Christ”. I knew that if I clung to the promises of scripture, things would work out in the way they should so there was nothing I needed to fear. This was easy enough to do while things were going well and even if things were just a little messy. Continue Reading

I dropped ashes in my coffee…

I tried to get out of bed today and it made me cry. I thought about eating something and it made me cry. I though about what to do today and it made me cry. I tried to reach out and it made me cry. I dropped ashes in my coffee and it made me cry.

I’ve been hurt much this past week and though I was down and struggling some, I was managing to slowly (albeit very slowly) work through it. Until last night. Continue Reading

Turning the Page

The last several months have been a pure roller coaster ride and I’m to the point I think I’m going to vomit. I need off and the only way to do that is to…you guessed it, “Get Off”. Easier said then done sometimes, I know. Continue Reading

It Frickin Hurts!

It’s funny, when I was doing the unhealthy things and the codependent behaviors I so often did, I was comfortable with the pain and disappointment. It’s what I grew up with, it’s what I knew. It was expected and understood to some extent. Does that make sense? Continue Reading