Dans la dépendance active, mon slogan était "Être seul au paradis est plus difficile que d'être avec une fille en enfer". Dans ma petite enfance, je ne pouvais pas imaginer un monde sans filles. On se moquait de moi parce que je jouais avec des filles plutôt qu'avec des garçons. Peu importe, en ce qui me concerne, j'aimais jouer innocemment avec les filles.
En adicción activa, mi lema era “Estar solo en el cielo es más difícil que estar con una chica en el infierno”. En la primera infancia, no podía imaginar un mundo sin niñas. Solía ser ridiculizado por jugar con niñas en lugar de niños. A quién le importaba, en lo que a mí respecta; disfruté jugando inocentemente con las niñas.
Every morning my alarm goes off at 5:30 am. I get up, put on clothes over my pajamas and go outside for a 30-min walk. This is where my morning ritual begins, supporting the SA program with another method. This method is about mindset (attention, dedication, focus and meditation), about breathing and cold therapy.
In active addiction, my slogan was “Being alone in heaven is harder than being with a girl in hell.” In early childhood, I could not imagine a world without girls. I used to be ridiculed for playing with girls instead of boys. Who cared, as far as I was concerned; I enjoyed playing innocently with girls
A few days ago one of my dearest friends came up to me with good news. “I have a boyfriend!” she said. I was so happy for her. She really deserves it. I was always asking myself why someone as beautiful, kind and smart as she is wasn’t in a relationship. I even thought that maybe she had some kind of problem, like my sexaholism. Then it struck me that now I was (and still I am) the only single girl amongst my various groups of friends.
My job is to take care of a large property with an orchard, a garden, and a house. A few weeks ago, I found myself in a completely new situation I have never been in before.
Read how two Dutch fellows have fellowship and fun in making recovery music, and share their joy with others.
When I returned from a local SA convention yesterday, I felt reasonably happy, connected and peaceful—though not fully. The presence of one fellow had disturbed my serenity to such an extent that I had been struggling with obsessing about him and his behavior throughout the whole weekend.
My sponsor and members from my English-speaking home group suggested to me to list the things I am grateful for in my SA sobriety. They probably couldn't bear my complaining any longer, which might be why they suggested it—in an intention to shut me up a bit.
A few weeks ago, I heard someone from my faith tradition tell a story that really resonated with me, and that I have thought about every day since. I shared it at a meeting and it appeared to touch others as well. Therefore, I am very happy to share it with you.
