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Treatment, AA, NA, this new way of life: rituals or ceremonies have become important to me. As my divorce ferret, pink, approaches the end of her life, I am having a BIG BASH, and I mean BIG: photobooth, decorated sugar cookies, friends book, favors, bahn mi, games, the works! It's a way for me to allow her to go, and respect the grief and her joyous life.
Last night, I made this yummy, very yummy gingerbread hedgehogs for the party!
Saturday, August 14, 2010
SA 2010
Today, I uploaded pics from San Antonio World Convention 2010 to facebook. San Antonio was awesome and inspired me in so many ways.
On my third day in a treatment center, I met my assigned counselor. She said to me (I think): Kim, you need to talk, people will need to hear what you have to say. I did not understand at all, so I looked at her with my famous deer in the headlights look, and stayed silent. I was so blank, so tired, so far down that I just could not talk.
During the meetings at World, I started to understand. We need to share our stories with each other. I need to get out and meet more of us and listen and share: what it was like, what happened, and what it is like now. How to 'get out' is the biggest question mark, but I am inspired to share my story with those who need to hear it.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
pink, my ferret
Divorce sucks. I never felt so alone. I got a theripist and a little furnished studio apartment in town, which I hated since the first day I woke up there alone. I drank. I went to the bar and drank. I came home and drank and popped xanax and got stoned.
My therapist suggested a pet....a little something to love and be 'responsible and sober' for: to feed and play with and snuggle and love. I watched the revenge divorce movie 'Along Came Polly' alot. I liked the part where they kill the bed pillows. Anyway, Jennifer Aniston had a ferret. I thought I read that ferrets sleep 23 hours a day, eat once a day, and poop in a litter box.
Owning a ferret did nothing to get or keep me sober. I couldn't stop. But my ferret and I survived active addiction. She still suffers from OCD. Every Sunday Morning, we trot to our Living Sober meeting. She sits on my lap and listens to the shares. Her name is Pink. Now does that surprise you?
My therapist suggested a pet....a little something to love and be 'responsible and sober' for: to feed and play with and snuggle and love. I watched the revenge divorce movie 'Along Came Polly' alot. I liked the part where they kill the bed pillows. Anyway, Jennifer Aniston had a ferret. I thought I read that ferrets sleep 23 hours a day, eat once a day, and poop in a litter box.
Owning a ferret did nothing to get or keep me sober. I couldn't stop. But my ferret and I survived active addiction. She still suffers from OCD. Every Sunday Morning, we trot to our Living Sober meeting. She sits on my lap and listens to the shares. Her name is Pink. Now does that surprise you?
have my pink cake and eat it too
Soon after my ex-husband surprised me with a divorce, I began experiencing panic attacks. These attacks provided me with my soon to be favorite of all time drugs: xanax. yum. A few years later, I crawled into rehab with a couple of pills left.
In one group, clients began yelling and I had a panic attack. My counselor helped me out of my paralizing state with a sensory visualization that I could take with me into sobriety. I was to visualize my favorite cake: I chose a vanilla cake with pink vanilla icing. I took a deep breath in, smelling and tasting and touching the cake in my mind. As I would breathe out, I would blow out the candle and make a wish, smelling the smoke, wax, and vanilla.
In the beginning, I would have rather had a pill and gone into oblivion. Today, I still use this visualization, and quite often, I actually eat some cake too.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
year one: thoughts
As my first year anniversary approached, 365 days clean and sober, I relived with feelings uggh the events and endless days and nights that led up to November 4th, 2006. I cried and cried and fought the urge to use. I called in the big guns, the ultimate weapon: another addict. Any one would do....I just went down the damn phone list. I made it through the night and through that day without using, but still, as I sat in my seat at the birthday meeting and picked up my hug and my chip, I felt as if I didn't deserve it because I had using thoughts. Wow...how powerful are thoughts?
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