Me…..Progressing

It seems like everyone has a story to tell.  My social media news feeds are littered with links to blogs describing stories of wedding planners gone mad, and kids’ crayons melted into car seats.  I guess you can say I’m hopping on that wagon, in more ways than one.  The only difference is, I’m sharing a less glamorous portrayal of life.  I don’t have kids, I’m not a cook, and I don’t have the end all cure for cellulite.  I’m writing for those of us who struggle with something a lot less cute than a crying two-year old.  I’m writing about my story of a relationship that is high maintenance, kicks you when you’re down, yet you can’t seem to leave it.  A relationship that goes by many names, and manifests itself in people of all shapes and sizes.  I’m writing this with the hopes of helping anyone out there,… Continue reading

A Trip Home

December 5th, 2013 at 3:44pm, the weather man says it’s going to be clear and sunny till next Thursday with temperatures in the sixties after today. I finished packing up the bike, grabbed a sausage and biscuit, cup of jo, kiss and hug and hit the road. Thirty nine degrees and cloudy, and the biggest decision for me to make – what route to take to Alabama? Right or left? I choose right toward Highway 10 – the long way. Dragging floorboards on the twisties going up the highway, I knew it was goanna be a good ride. Rolling down 412 East across the Northern hills and valleys of beautiful Northern Arkansas. Small towns, narrow roads, low valleys while running the ridges, twisting the throttle back leaning heavy into the curves. Vance and Hines sung the song of my native people, stopping only for gas and occasional bathroom breaks. Coming… Continue reading

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

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