You made me feel … when you did this to me … I NEED you to … You have to … or I’m gonna … okay I’m making myself nauseated just typing this crap.  But something that (I wanna talk about) can be an issue (because I wanna talk about it) is putting your responsibility [...]

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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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F**k Everything And Run … Face Everything And Recover.  Opposite ends of the spectrum of this word called FEAR.  It seems that this is a concurrent theme in the helter skelter world of life … especially in addiction.  Not just the obvious cowering shiver of a fright night movie show, fear takes many forms.  Perhaps [...]

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Oh such a title to write up to … as I’m sitting here with the sniffles and a fever I often wonder how many of my fellow recovering folks are like me? Super Stoic? “I got this … I’m fine … blah blah blah”. Until we fall on our faces from exhaustion. *ahem* We get [...]

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In the spirit of transparency, it’s time again for Sassy Poetry. Where words flow and poignancy reigns supreme.  This writing fills up the majority of my facebook page and I have tons of connections with poets both in and out of recovery.  Words are healing and cathartic and … and … and … this is [...]

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Saturday night. Air so thick with moisture you could cut it with a broken bottle. The kind of night that starts trouble. When you’re out late, all done up … to no good.  Where you’re itchin’ for for a good time and wanting to make it count.  Sitting in a crowd of people; thousands in [...]

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Sitting at my desk writing, as I’m wont to do you know, I happened upon a blog post on www.intherooms.com (fantastic site for recovery folk and this is also one of their blogs that they asked me to “take over” … so … everyone wave to the boys in the loft *wave* k. moving on…). [...]

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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 used to think. A long long time ago, when I was but a 19 year old thing falling face first into the rooms of AA, that I had to yell to be heard .  It morphed into;  having to be “hard” to be safe and being a “bitch” to get my point across.  Ego [...]

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Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with God, as we understand him, praying only for knowledge of His will for us and the power to carry that out.  Step 11 Alcoholics Anonymous. Well … by now you just may have got the whole praying thing down. Meditation?? What in the sam [...]

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