I used to hear a “Progress not perfection” concept tossed around when I was early in my parent of addict recovery. At that time I felt “sobriety” was a black and white thing. Either our children were sober or not. I was learning back then and perhaps a bit rigid in my recovery beliefs. I [...]
p. 18 Big Book of Alcoholics Anoymous An illness of this sort—and we have come to believe it an illness—involves those about us in a way no other human sickness can. If a person has cancer all are sorry for him and no one is angry or hurt. But not so with the alcoholic illness, [...]
What had become of their judgment, their common sense, their will power? Why could they not see that drink meant ruin to them? Why was it, when these dangers were pointed out that they agreed, and then got drunk again immediately? pg 108 Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous I often wonder about my son’s common [...]
met with my son briefly the other night for coffee. He looked both sad and tired. I “think” he is trying to do the right thing. He looked clean as I sipped my coffee. He complained of money pressures and of injustices that all adults living on their own endure. I simply shrugged. Shrugging is [...]
omewhere this morn there is a mom clutching her coffee cup. Her hands are trembling, as it is the “morning after”. The shattered glass from last night’s argument with her drug addicted child still rests quietly on the tiled kitchen floor. Her shattered emotions are not so quiet. She pours over the previous night’s events [...]