I know my posts lately have been dark, sad, and filled with grief. (I promise this one won't be too sad and dark) I am trying to cope with Erik’s death. It is not easy because he is constantly on my mind. I have to concentrate on concentrating. Does that even make sense? I have to work hard to focus on simple tasks. Some days I am better at this than others. Fortunately, I have a lot of things going on to keep me busy. Between work and family, that should be enough to
With addiction comes disappointment. The promises broken far outweigh the promises kept. When you live with an addict or an alcoholic do not rely on them to keep their promises. For the addict will always disappoint you even if they sound sincere, the further they get into their addiction or alcoholism the less the promise means and the more disappointed you become. It is truly a viscious cycle.
So how do you deal with the disappointment? How do you manage being disappoin
Thanksgiving is here, Christmas is not far behind, and 2018 is coming to a fast close. As we get ready to greet family and friends and celebrate the holidays, I wanted to take a few minutes to wish everyone a very happy holiday season. As many of you know, the last few months have been incredibly difficult since Erik’s accident. We all miss him more than any words I can express here. Yet, in spite of the deep loss that I feel, there are many things I have to be grateful for
I had this dream a few nights ago. It was a weird dream. I was in an old fashioned home. The rooms were painted in dark colors. There were overstuffed chairs that filled the room. This house had large, heavy, wooden doors lined with thick wooden frames. There were a lot of doors. I kept opening them in search of the right door, in search of a way out. Like most dreams, this one seemed to weave in and out of whatever stream of thoughts there were swirling around in my h
I think my husband is worried about me, seriously worried. Sunday night I was watching a show on TV. It was the last episode, the series finale. I was lying in bed because I had a headache earlier and just wanted to watch some mindless television and rest. The main character died suddenly. I broke down. Now I am crying, sobbing, curled up tightly, half hidden under a pillow. This pain is unrelenting. It is overwhelming. It strikes anytime it wants to and when it doe
Would I have to tell my entire story The first Nar-Anon meeting I went to was scary. Not because of the people I might meet there. It was scary for me because this was the first time I would tell people about the addict in my life. It was scary because I would have to say the words out loud and face this truth. I remember trying to find a meeting to attend. I wanted to go somewhere far enough from my home so no one would recognize me. Luckily for me, there were dozens of