Did you, like Moein in the article “Having Fun in Recovery with My Recovery Friends,” go to any length to let go of former playmates and playgrounds? Or do you still have some hidden bottles “to provide you with fun” in case recovery wouldn’t give it to you on your terms?
Sometimes the most beautiful things happen, even early in recovery. Having two kids, ages 2 and 4, gets me to places I’d rather avoid as a sex and lust addict.
Most people take vacation during the months of July and August. Some take short city breaks; others go for lazy beach holidays; still others prefer weeks of hiking and trekking. Of course, people travel for a whole variety of reasons and at any time of the year—work, to visit family and friends, for religious or other personal reasons.
In the August issue, learn which strategies members and groups from around the globe use to welcome and keep newcomers.
1. Because one day, I could be one of them. From a prisoner’s perspective, it would surely be a comfort to be visited by people who would not condemn me, who would understand me and be willing to help me.
I am eternally grateful for this program of recovery. This program has become one of the most profound changes in my life as it literally has saved my life (and it continues to save it one day at a time) from being sucked into a black hole with no hope of escape!
Clarity ... clarity is something that I need and wish to have and never lose. Clarity is something that I get when I pause, listen and think. Clarity is a God-given present when I take care of myself and others. Clarity is what I get when I don't let life challenges take over my brain. Clarity is what happens when I try to become a channel of Thy peace. Clarity is when my brain is clear and I can think in a healthy fashion.
I was sitting in the sun, trying to recuperate from an upper respiratory infection. The sun was shining so brightly as I was comfortably sitting in a lounge chair by the pool at the retirement center where we live. All of a sudden it turned dark. I looked up at the sky.
My story regarding accepting the SA sobriety definition begins when I was first dabbling in accountability and monitoring from others—but not yet in SA. My main goal was to stop masturbating, but I wasn't yet ready to give up sex outside of marriage and certainly didn't have a desire to stop lusting.
Four years before I came to SA, I sought help with a professional therapist. I was out of control and knew it, acting out in ways that put me in immediate danger of death. There was a titillating news story of a man who accidentally hung himself in a sexual escapade.
