Summer Time Living Is Easy; Or Is It? – Jeanne Foot

The statistics speak for themselves; according to the 2015 National Survey on Drug Use and Health 88,000 people die from alcohol related causes annually, making Alcohol the fourth leading cause of death in the United States alone. As a culture, we seem to underplay the pervasiveness of people who suffer or die from alcohol related accidents every single year. The uncanny part of this equation, is that social drinking is looked upon as the ultimate way to enjoy yourself, kick back relax, and have some fun! Summer time can be notorious for the culture of drinking and general overindulgence. Everywhere we turn, it seems to be there.  A simple lunch on the patio, barbeque get togethers, weekend getaways and not to mention vacations, are all within a backdrop of a drinking culture, as the ultimate way to treat yourself. We seem to equate ‘excess’ with treating ourselves. But, can we… Continue reading

A little of my 12 Steps

A little of my STEP 1: once I start using, I can’t stop or control my using. Using controls me. As a result, my life becomes garbage. I’m totally focused on getting & using my substance of choice, coming down when I can’t get more, scheming and planning how to get more – but more is never enough. A little of my STEP 2: Sitting in a meeting of people like myself while I was still detoxing, I came to believe these other people found a way out, a way to live and function without drugs/alcohol. If I believed in them, then I could get the same results. A little of my STEP 3: This is a very big step for me. I felt I was on a precipice. Keeping my will and my life solely in my care meant I would again get high. Back to step 1. Back… Continue reading

It Works, It really Does!

Despite my white knuckling, I have somehow managed to get fourteen months free of drinking and drugging under my belt. I went to rehab not knowing anything about A.A or that it would even be a part of my treatment. I still remember my first meeting and the relief I felt at not being alone in my problem. That feeling lasted for a little while. The truth was though, that I wasn’t ready yet for a different life. That fact became apparent after over a year “dry” and in a bad relapse. I believed that by reaching out and asking for help I would be somehow bothering people.  Being in a year-long abusive relationship added to my feelings of unworthiness – an all too familiar reality inside the walls of domestic chaos. Finally I had found a sponsor and was going to at least a meeting a day in addition… Continue reading

Not My Type

In 1971, two events occurred that changed my life forever:  I got married and I became a typesetter. There was also a third event simmering away under the radar that hadn’t quiet manifested, but was waiting to explode.  It will become evident what that event was later in the story. In those days, typesetting was done with metal slugs. Men sat at huge machines and typed words to be set on a large sheet of metal and then run through the printing press. When I started typesetting there was a burgeoning industry of cold type (computer) beginning to appear.  Most type was done with metal, but eventually the printing industry, including the major newspapers, went to cold type. My first computer was just a keyboard, with a small machine off to the side which punched holes in paper tape. Each character had a corresponding set of holes punched in the… Continue reading

An “Old-Timer” in a “Newcomer’s” World – By Joanee T

I came into recovery in 1988.  I was miserable, broken, and lonely.  I was pretty much friendless and hopeless.  I felt like I was dropped onto this planet from another universe and didn’t belong there or here. I was smoking a lot of pot, sniffing speed, and drinking until I passed out every night. I never fell asleep, back in the day, I just passed out. In the mornings I came to; never woke up. I had no idea it was the drugs and the booze that was causing me to disconnect from my family, friends and society. And of course, all the drugs I was consuming had nothing to do with why my life was so wretched. For someone who had been told she’s fairly intelligent (though I never believed it) I hadn’t had a cohesive thought in years – maybe decades.  I was the last to find out… Continue reading