What If?
Loneliness, rejection, and fear have acted as a soundtrack in my head for as long as I can remember. They form rhythm and melodies filled with dissonance. Each track is made complete with a verse, chorus, and bridge:
Delete My Browser History!
Laughing is part of recovery! Here is one of my favorite AA jokes:
Keep It Simple, Stupid!
I have always worked a simple program because that is the only way I'm able to do it. I wasn't able to write my inventory like the AA Big Book recommends with the columns system. But on page 109 in the SA White Book the directions were simple which allowed me to do my inventories.
I Am a Moth
This morning in the hybrid Manchester, US “Not a Glum Lot meeting,” we read the first story “I’m a Sexaholic” from Member Stories 2007. The text from The Real Connection today was entitled “Hidden Desires” and talked about riding a motorcycle too close to the edge of the Grand Canyon.
Absolute Honesty With Myself, My Sponsor, and My Higher Power
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.
Singing the Slogans
Read how two Dutch fellows have fellowship and fun in making recovery music, and share their joy with others.
There Is a God, and I’m Not Him
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.
Cultivate an Attitude of Gratitude
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.
What Do I Focus My Magnifying Mind On?
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.
God Is Looking Out for Me, Thank God
I'm driving. My son is beside me in the passenger seat. 80% of his body is covered in rash. He's having trouble breathing. He is going into anaphylactic shock and may stop breathing within the hour, unless he gets medical attention.
