Category: Recovery
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Harsh Truths for a Raging Codependent
Letter to a past self A few weeks ago, this popped up in my Facebook memories from 14 years ago–back when Facebook was the new LiveJournal. I want to see the best in everyone. It really is that simple. Perhaps it’s naive, but I still want to believe that people are generally good. That even…
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THE YEAR OF SILENCE
Around the time I entered middle school, my mother and her mother spent a year not speaking. Plenty of families experience these types of estrangements, which can make the holidays tense or even a time of grieving. What made my mother’s estrangement from her own mom odd was not the length itself but how long…
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WALK INTO THE STORY
A week ago, I was a writer. I woke early, kept the baby in her bassinet, and put on a cup of coffee. It was the third day of writing my recovery story, and after another few hours of primping and grooming, it felt dressed enough to meet another pair of eyes. Specifically, my husband’s.…