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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What becomes normal? Besides a cycle on a washing machine of course, normal is a relative term.  Perhaps a better way to coin it is, what becomes familiar? For years, pain and misery, self doubt and shame, hatred and bitter remorse were our constant companions.  How cool is it to wake up one day and [...]

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I’ve heard so many women say, “I don’t like talking to other women. Men understand me better. I don’t like women. They’re bitchy and catty.” Ahem. Really?  I said that once upon a time.  It was crap.  Filter of an alcohol tainted mind gone a little goofy.  I was afraid that a woman would see [...]

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I spout a lot about emotional intelligence.  About NOT being reactive or over the top, about how important it is to not be ruled by emotion, and that being rational is best.  And it is … BUT … there’s also something to be said for feeling, exactly what it is you’re supposed to feel given [...]

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Before you spit out your coffee on the monitor (for the “Get clean or die folks.”), please note this. And no it’s not my middle finger. Yet. Okay not too much. Moving along now.  Anyway, my proposed title is not in reference to the steps or slacking on recovery work in any way, shape, or [...]

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Nothing new to be said, simply different ways to say (hopefully don’t spray) it.  We can hear a thing over and over and over and then one day … one person … says that ONE thing in a certain way – and a magic lightbulb explodes above your head. That wake-up-shake-up where we hit our [...]

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For years, I sat in the dark. Unable, unwilling, un-something; to express the real of the deal of who I really was.  Especially during the years of the dark sickness that’s known as addiction.  Using covered up everything that I really was … like you (yes social chameleon-ism), so used to the manipulative dance that [...]

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I was sober for a long time … a (relatively) long time ago.  There was a place that I went every Friday night for a decade.  If anyone needed to see me they knew to go to the Northampton meeting and my saucy rump would be there up to g-o-d knows what.  My home group. [...]

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This is NOT going to be your average Independence Day scratch. You know the whole “we’re free from the … blah blah blah” (which of course we are).  But I never liked the obvious.  And holidays like this one, always created mucho chaos in this chick’s world.  If you can’t relate then stop reading and [...]

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