There were rare lucid moments during Dads alcoholism when he seemed to understand the gravity of the impact alcohol was having on his health. There were numerous times after being
Writing is my therapy, it’s my escape, a place to think, without interruption. Particularly lately what with the incessant negative news and views about society, COVID, BLM the economy,
To stay or Walk away, that is the million-dollar question? Families can often feel like bystanders watching in dismay as the addict’s actions and behaviours change, turning their loved ones
So back in the day second-hand smoking really changed public opinion and paved the way for legislation to make bars and public places smoke-free. There was some resistance, I resisted
I don’t ever recall the word boundary being mentioned much growing up, my interpretation of a boundary looked like rules. Rules that had consequences if tested or broken – and trust
I find it hard sometimes working in the recovery field, in one breath I am promoting recovery and that it is possible, but in the other breath, I know that
Enabling is therapeutic jargon or tough love which is often heard in support groups is a way of describing some forms of helping as being destructive, for example, some might
Unless you have ever had a loved one entrenched in addiction, with no desire or will to pull themselves out of their misery, you can simply never understand the conflicting
When dad came back into my life I could have never foreseen or predicted the journey I was about to take, I thought my addiction took me to dark
It is the run-up to National Recovery Month my favorite month of the year. All-day yesterday I had the privilege of being in the company of being surrounded by some
