Category: Journal

4.22.25 Tonight, we read Step Eleven from the Twelve and Twelve. The first thing I realized is, typical for me, I’m doing it ass-backwards. I always meditate and then pray, but I don’t think it really matters if I listen or speak first, as long as I’m making an effort to practice both. The second Read more

4.21.25 I cleaned the house Saturday and mentally prepared for this week. I’m excited and nervous about having family visit for the first time since I’ve been home from rehab. My cousin is on a traveling dance team, and they have a competition here in Boise this weekend. My mom will be staying with me Read more

4.20.25 Sometimes, plans go to hell in an Easter basket. I woke up at 4 a.m. to get ready for the busy day. Instead, I felt like my guts were being wrung out like a dirty washcloth. I cancelled breakfast plans, took some medicine, and made up a bed on the couch for a nap. Read more

4.18.25 I’m going to sit on my soapbox for a few minutes. When I started my recovery, I only went to co-ed meetings because I was intimidated by women. I was terrified of walking into a room full of judgmental bitches and expected high school mean girl mentality. When I finally found the courage to Read more