Addiction

	A grandmother and mother, in my early 40's. Successful. At peace in my life and with my accomplishments. Eternally grateful for the dream that warned where my choices were leading me, and awfully glad that I listened.
Proud that I have had the courage and sometimes only blind faith to heal, even when that journey took me to the darkest places.

Proud to have three wonderful children with good hearts, strong spirits, intelligent minds, wisdom, and a great sense of humor. Proud that out of the wreckage of a severely abusive and dysfunctional family somehow by the grace of God a good person emerged.


My recovery family - my father, mother, sisters and brothers - those brave enough to accept and face inner battles and stay with them until they reach the other side.

Grateful to have found the steps and brother and sisterhood of Adult Children of Alcoholics/Dysfunctional Families (ACOA) in my twenties ~ because from 11-26 this was me:

"Right now, life feels like this. Ripped from my foundation. Aloft. Connected to nothing. Yet, all I need to do is close my eyes and remind myself. You are loved - and in an instant, I am - and then I'm whole again. I've discovered an inexhaustible source of love and sometimes I feel so guilty. Like someone left the backdoor to heaven unlocked, and I've wandered in and am welcome to stay, despite having cheated death. You're all welcome here you know. There's room for all of you. Whatever the question, whatever the problem . . . the answer is always love." d.tkon

Horses. Recovery. Getting to know me. Loving my children and grandsons. Rolling with the changes of life, and reflecting on them (they're like tides of the ocean).




Sitting in my living room watching the sun on the prairie grass in late afternoon, hearing the occasional "moo :)." Paying it forward. Genuine people.





Guys who are strong, intelligent, spiritual, have a great sense of humor, and who are dedicated in recovery - not because I'm looking but because it's inspiring to see a different side of the spectrum from what I knew growing up - mostly sisters and a mother, and the dysfunctional men they got married to.

Sleazy sliders. Halitosis. Smelly bodies. Intense heat or cold. Cold feet. People who are all wind and no substance. Poverty. The insanities and self-deceptions of an active addict. Perverts. Most of my family of origin. My ex-husbands family.

SOAD. Metallica. Iron Maiden. Pink Floyd. Led Zepp. Creed. Hatebreed. Disturbed. Godsmack.

Adult Children of Alcoholics.

Asserting Yourself.

The 12 Steps to Self-parenting.

Changing Course.

Boundaries by Pia Melody.

A Gift to Myself.

Healing the Shame that Binds You.

Facing the Fire: Experiencing and Expressing Anger Appropriately.

Hazelden Books and Recovery Center

Lord of the Rings. Dracula. Braveheart. Horror movies. Romances.

Training mustangs. Hanging with my kids. Computers. Crafts. Construction projects on my property. Listening to music.

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