Food for Brain Health – Kathleen Russell

Many people who choose recovery find themselves battling depression. Often it has been an underlying problem that becomes more apparent when they stop their addictive behaviors. For many  years  our drug or behavior of choice took our attention away from our mind and body and as a result our physical, mental and emotional health suffered greatly. When dealing with depression often the diet can be overlooked. Through addiction our bodies vital resources are depleted in many ways. Studies have linked Omega 3 fatty acids, {ALA,DHA,EPA} to be part of  the reason some people with depression feel worse. Taking them in a supplement form can be hugely supportive to brain health. It is important to note that the fish oils should come from uncontaminated waters and be as pure as possible. Keep in mind, the quality of the water the fish live in determines the quality of the oil they produce.… Continue reading

Yoga to Combat Depression – Kyczy Hawk

““Yoga gives us an active role in healing. And by slowing down mental chatter through breath work, it helps facilitate self-acceptance,”  – Yoga International What a lovely promise. Depression hurts so much it would be wonderful for there to be a simple answer to healing and avoiding it. Simple but not easy is what we learn in the rooms of recovery. Self-care and self-acceptance sound straight forward, but the effort is overwhelming if you start the process when you are deep in depression. A key is practice. Three actions to help with depression: Practice self-care for prevention Return to self-care before an emotional “emergency” Use three forms – so you can have them to choose from (anytime and anywhere) Breath Meditation Hatha – pose or asana practice Addiction and a familiarity with depression often go hand in hand. Some say addiction is a process of “self-medication” for symptoms of anxiety,… Continue reading

Mandala: Reaching the Vastness of the Centre

From the classical Indian language of Sanskrit, the word Mandala can be loosely translated to mean circle. But the Mandala is far more than just a simple shape. It embodies wholeness, representing the structure of life itself, a cosmic diagram that shows us our relatedness to the infinite, that which extends both beyond and within our bodies and minds. The Mandala can be seen as a container for essence, energy or spirit.  A journey into the self and to the connectedness with all that is. The concept of mandala originated long ago. Before the idea of history itself. In the earliest times of Indian or Indo-European religion, in the Rig Veda and its related literature, mandala is the term for a chapter, or a compendium of mantras or verse hymns which were chanted in ancient Vedic ceremonies. The universe itself was believed to originate from these hymns, whose sacred sounds… Continue reading

What Friday In Recovery Looks Like.

On this particular day, my recovered life looks like this. I’m sitting on my living room couch working (writing this), still wearing my pj’s and flip flops at 11am. I drove my daughter to school like this after getting her ready for Halloween dress up day. I have an abandoned kitten by my side that my sister found yesterday and since we are “cat people”, we of course adopted it. I’ve become its surrogate mother, or according to my children – grandmother. We now have four cats which is slightly unmanageable, but sometimes having a conscience can make life that way. I’ll get him (we think it’s a him) checked out at the vets later and get advice on how to care for a kitten too young to be away from its mother. The rain is pouring down outside. There’s towels and underwear on the washing line, dripping wet, because… Continue reading

SELF-ESTEEM: Tips, Tricks & Traps – by Kyczy Hawk

I came to recovery broken. I came to recovery having lost all sense of self. I had a huge sense of what I had needed; another drink, another line, another pill – anything- I just needed something!  Until I didn’t. Until I had only one thing left to lose: my being. The day after I had taken my last drink, and NO, I didn’t know at the time it would be my last, but that day, that morning I woke up, sitting on the edge of the bed – looking out at nothing. I felt lost and doomed. I felt that if I did this one more time, if I drank and drugged just one more time, I would walk out on what was left of my life. I would walk out of my dingy infested room, out the front door and turn my back on the last bits of… Continue reading