InTheRooms.com – Where The World Joins Together In Recovery

There was a time when my recovery was confined to 12 step meetings in my own home group in my own little town, in my own corner of the world. That corner of the world would be Ireland, for those of you who have no idea who I am. Initially I didn’t really notice that the recovery rooms I frequented were full of the same faces with the same stories day after day. So eager was I to “get it” that I spent every ounce of energy I possessed soaking up what all these remarkable people had to say. What I heard was solid, unwavering recovery at its very best. I am blessed with my recovery fellowship and my first introduction to 12 step programs was so spiritually based that it has enabled me to end my love affair with every self sabotaging behavior – except for drinking too much… Continue reading

My Love Story – Yoga & Recovery

What it used to be like, what happened and what it is like now is the traditional framework for sharing at a meeting. This progression holds true for both my recovery and my yoga practice. At one point my life was consumed by suffering which eventually became overwhelming. I had a life changing experience and chose a different path. Let me give you some of the details of my journey. I was what is termed as a garbage girl ­ I used anything and everything. I used chemical substances including alcohol in combination, I used alone, I used them with other people – I’d take anything, anywhere, anytime. I exhausted my internal resources to cope with that lifestyle. About the same time I ran out of other resources too: money, friends, family, work, health and the will to live. Having hit my lowest point, somehow I managed to have a… Continue reading

For Women Only; Aging, Hormones and Yoga – By Kyczy Hawk

I treasure my recovery. I love the calm and finding moments of serenity in each day. In early recovery I used to think that a life without chaos would be boring. I was worried that without the ups and downs of crises and resolution, relationships that were no longer based on F&F (you know what that is), an emotional landscape that was no longer out of control would mean that I was no longer vital, that I was living a mundane, dull and uninteresting life. I discovered that calm was enjoyable and contentment did not equal a colorless life. In fact I discovered that I did not have to contribute to the insanity of life; life would present me with adequate challenges, thank you very much. The principles of recovery would see me through with equanimity. I have been lucky enough to have gotten clean and sober in my early… Continue reading

The Hardest Thing I Have Had To Do – By Kyczy Hawk

I quit drinking, That was hard; it was imperative, it was time, I had hit bottom. It was still hard. I quit taking drugs. Again, it was crucial; it was life saving, and it was hard. Working the steps: hard. Living life on life’s terms: hard. Learning to do things clean and sober for the first time: dating, dancing, sex, getting jobs, quitting jobs, applying to school quitting jobs, raising the kids: hard, hard, hard. Further into recovery I was able to discern the source of some of my “defects” and “shortcomings”; rooted as they were in my primary issues of attachment to others and suppression of myself. I wanted so much to be approved of, to be part of, that I repressed some of my native characteristics. I had to investigate my addiction to what I call “otheration”(living through what I thought were the eyes of others), adapting myself… Continue reading

My 13 Steps To Recovery – By Esther Nagle

 Slowly my need for alcohol diminished. I was no longer afraid of facing my emotions. When my life hit that famous rock bottom in 2013, I didn’t go to a meeting or to treatment. I didn’t even accept that alcohol was playing a part in the disintegration of my ability to get through life’s troubles. That it was actually causing or contributing to so many of my problems.  I still thought it was the friend that was helping me. No, I ‘didn’t need’ treatment, but what I did accept I needed was a new direction. I had tried lots of things to help me relax, including the Yoga classes I had been attending for years.  I often returned home to a bottle of wine, cigarettes and joints! I was clearly missing the point of Yoga somewhere along the way. Despite this, I had wanted to train to teach yoga for… Continue reading