Welcome To “I Love Recovery Cafe”

    Well we did it! “I Love Recovery Café” is now a thing. Months of editing, website building, coding, discussing and deciding have gone into the creation of this pretty fabulous project. I am completely thrilled to be able to present I Love Recovery Café, to the global recovery community. My vision for such a publication began as a “maybe someday” dream. Now here it is, full of life, love and talent.  The inspiration for this website came from the abundance of passionate and talented people in our recovery community making themselves known to me, and their desire to share their stories through the arts. This site would not be possible without these willing souls, and each of them should be proud of their achievement. I am passionate about self-expression and the healing that sharing our stories brings. So many of us write, paint and compose, but few of us ever… Continue reading

    The Breath Is The Bridge

    Right now, before you start reading, take a moment to breathe, with attention, three or four times.  These deep breaths come from a soft abdomen and an expandable chest. In and out through the nose – or in the nose and out the mouth.  Not to be too concerned about a “right way”.  Just breathe. Become aware of where you are sitting, how your body feels then close your eyes and breathe. Welcome back! How do you feel now? A slow deep breath resets the nervous system, calming the mind and the body.  A shallow breath can signal stress or alert the brain and body to impending danger.  Consciously utilizing the breath to a slower deeper pace can signal your system that you are safe. What does breathing have to do with recovery? Everything.  A shallow breath, a clenched chest and heart, an adrenaline infused system is reactive.  In my… Continue reading

    A Daily Reprieve From Drinking – Not From Life

    So here I am not quite 34 years old, a mother of 2, wife, musician, Reiki Master and Alcoholic/Addict. Labels and more Labels. I have recently been diagnosed with Functional Neurological Disorder (FND) so I now also carry the label “disabled.” I came into the program of AA when I finally realised that I needed help and I had nearly ripped apart my family unit with some very stupid choices. We made a hasty move from our village to a nearby town. I was still drinking but it turned out to be one of my better decisions despite it being a pretty terrible time for us. The outside world knew nothing of my addiction. I knew nothing of my addiction – but my husband knew. I blamed depression and anxiety. Also drinking was normal, everyone I knew was a drinker. I worked as a musician playing in pubs, after gig… Continue reading

    I’m A Recovering Parent – But Will I Ever Be Good Enough?

    Sitting quietly at home one evening, I got to thinking deeply about how my children have survived the many adverse social situations that having an addicted parent brings. They have lived in chaos and violence, witnessed the divorce of their parents, suffered financial hardship and insecurity – basically far too much for their tender years. My children are resilient to say the least and I’m beyond proud of how they managed to remain balanced through it all. However, I went from contemplating their miraculous achievements to wondering which one of my children is going to become the next active addict in the family. Can anyone relate? I realized that I watch for signs all the time. As a mother in recovery I find myself being hyper vigilant regarding the behavior of my children. My son for example; he’s 14 and generally finds life a bit baffling.  He is a great… Continue reading

    Scribble, Paint, Dance – By Nicola O’Hanlon

    “Words are sacred, we must use them wisely….they are a gift of God.” – Burton Pretty-On-Top I was introduced to this quote when I left Rehab. I was asked to pick a page from a book we read from every day, so randomly I flicked the pages, and stopped on the page that contained this quote. Little did I realize how significant and perfect this quote would become. I had no idea, that in a very short time, words would become the catalyst for developing my future career and for uncovering a deeper sense of self that I had forgotten even existed. Yes I am a writer. I’ve wanted to call myself that since I was an itty bitty girl. Even when I was that itty bitty girl, I always had something to say.  So I said it. Loud and proud and with passion. However, the things I said didn’t… Continue reading