Wednesday, April 11th, 2012 | Permalink
“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.“ ~Anatole France
I was watching TV and there was a show about animals helping veterans deal with the many problems they face when they return home. They help them cope with emotional trauma among other things and I immediately began to think how my dog and cat both seem to know when I’m feeling bad, suffering from my depression or just having problems with my anxiety. (more…)
Tuesday, March 8th, 2011 | Permalink
“Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.” ~Buddha
Every time I mention how I have healed 99.9 percent from my past drug use, that 00.1 percent comes back to bite me. Perhaps I am acknowledging there is part of me that is not healed which draws attention to it and brings it to the surface?
There are a couple ways I think and I go back and forth…. One) I feel I want to keep that 00.1 percent part of that wound open to keep me from making the same terrible mistake. Two) I feel healing completely should be my goal to avoid pain altogether. Would it be more painful to make the same mistake or spend the rest of my life with that 00.1 percent? (more…)
Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010 | Permalink
“Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.” ~ Dag Hammarskjold
Ghosts can be good or bad, nostalgic or haunting. Once meth was my heaven and also my hell on earth. My life felt empty and meaningless and I became detached from reality existing day to day – hour to hour. I limped through the days and nights, physically and mentally, I grew more passive and numb, and my world became stagnant.
The friends I had, the ones that cared, were hours or days away. I needed their shoulders so bad but they seemed so far out of reach. Every day I would wish for my friends to be near, yet if they called, it would be hard to hear their voices on the phone. I was emotionally distant from my family and when their calls came in I remained cold and isolated. My true friends, my family had become ghosts. Meth pushed them away. (more…)
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