# Recovery
Ultimately, trying to control the narrative about my own coolness is like trying to throw a football: I cannot do it.
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The live bough bends. The dead twig snaps.
Mark Nepo
Accountable people look for solutions, not scapegoats. They blame no one-not even themselves. If a "self-critique" is warranted, they ask QBQs like "What could I have done differently?" and "How can I learn from this experience?
Daily Review | Readwise
Until I gave up my made-up construct for the life I thought I was supposed to be living, I couldn’t begin to live the life that was actually meant for me. Until I let go of everything not meant for me, what was meant for me couldn’t find me.
T.B.D. • What Is Meant for Me... - By T.B.D.
But fear is the fire alarm, not the fire. Fear is a response to a perceived threat, not the danger itself. Fear isn’t even always commensurate to the size of the danger. A fire alarm can blare as loud and long for burnt toast as it does for a roaring blaze.
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Then, shortly after our daughter Gwen was born, as I understand it goes, my marriage was revealed for what it was. I had a lifelong (and unmanaged) mental health issue, and my husband had an addiction (also unmanaged) to alcohol. Now that we had a baby, we could no longer ignore our unwieldy foundations.
My body knows — has always known — what I want. The feeling of ease and sinking into, yes. This. This feels right.
In sobriety, I am recalling what my body wants.
What I have to tease out in sobriety is what is a nervous feeling for good reason, and what is a nervous feeling from trauma.
The body knows, my favorite Boundaries Coach Molly Davis... See more
In sobriety, I am recalling what my body wants.
What I have to tease out in sobriety is what is a nervous feeling for good reason, and what is a nervous feeling from trauma.
The body knows, my favorite Boundaries Coach Molly Davis... See more
Overcoming the tyranny of choice in sobriety
What other people might think seems like vital information when you have rarely had a felt sense of belonging in the world. I wonder what it's like to just get out of bed, put clothes on, grab your keys, walk out of the house, go to a place, and not think anything of it. Like, not think about any of it. AT ALL.
What other people might think
I am willing to not know, look stupid, make an ass of myself, get it wrong, be awkward, be uncomfortable.
I am willing to do all that so I CAN BE FREE.
I am willing to do all that so I CAN BE FREE.