Had probably one of the best comments/compliments/heckles of my life today.  And that’s saying something. I’ve lived a lotta life in thirty some years. “You are so bright and happy, even at work. Are you always like this or is there something wrong with you?” To which, of course, I replied… A little of both. [...]

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I’m an avid poet and poetry reader. Really can’t be one without the other.  However sometimes I run across words that chill me to the core.  That delineate … “what it was like” for this drunk/dope fiend (thankfully in recovery today).  This young woman did this for me. And the gods (whomsoever those may be [...]

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I’m dating. “In a relationship” according to my facebook profile page.  And I’m rather happy about that.  With whom? Well he’s amazing (gush gush swoon of course) AND in recovery. Sober/clean with all the sayings to go with. I love the idea of that.  Really I’ve only dated a few people outside of the rooms.  [...]

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I had a new friend, with mucho knowledge of the blogging scene, (way before everyone blogged about their grocery lists and how well little Skippy did at soccer practice) tell me (somewhat jokingly) that if the site were renamed I Hate Recovery and I wrote as Amy Winehouse instead of Amy aka SassySoberGirl … the [...]

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Time doesn’t matter. Ahem. I beg to differ. Sobriety countdowns say otherwise. the joy and satisfaction and even pure gratitude on someone’s face when they’re acknowledged for such an accomplishment is priceless.  More specifically when someone has one day clean … they’re told they’re the most important person in the room.  Followed with a “this [...]

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sad. sad heartbreaking news in the form a simple picture. a belt. two baggies. a syringe. a seven year old boy without a mother. overdose. gone. dead. always. someone i know. someone i’ve been. someone i don’t ever want to be again. someone that couldn’t or wouldn’t stop. doesn’t really matter which now does it? [...]

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I do it. Envelope myself in a blanket of alone. Shaky ground really. Sometimes I feel as if I need to lick my wounds before I show the scars to someone that cares. Wrap my head around what the hell is going on before I try to explain the insanity to another poor soul.  As [...]

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Holidays. Hallmark or otherwise. Meant to show love towards the carriers and life givers to small ones worldwide.  Mother’s Day. Flowers and cards and possibly candy or pictures drawn lovingly from crayons; given with love and warmth and perchance a tear or two for the gratitude for all “mom” does.  For some, however, this day [...]

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So. Yeah. What’s this then? This letting go and letting (insert god of choice or lack thereof … we’ll call it “?”).  Inspired by a conversation held not too long ago, okay five minutes ago; by a friend who said … “It’s too big for me. I’m gonna turn it over to god.”  He used [...]

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Walkin’ in from the cold hell that is, as we say in certain circles, “out”.  Meaning just this … the inability to put down the poison, whatever it may be to you.  Shivering from the cold shoulder, earned no less, given us by the world at large. We are forced, yes FORCED, to come to [...]

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