# Recovery
It feels like there are so many contradictory rules: we have to ask questions but also talk about ourselves. We have to be cool but not detached. We have to be smart and informed but not a pretentious know-it-all.
Why We Dread (and Ditch) Our Own Social Plans, Plus 3 Tools to Try
W e, of Alcoholics Anonymous, are more than one hundred men and women who have re-covered from a seemingly hopeless state of mind and body.
Alcoholics Anonymous • Foreword to First Edition
My drinking grew from fearing what the Universe had in store for me; Sobriety has been accepting what the Universe has in store for me.
substack.com • Tiny, Rogue Strawberries - By T.B.D.
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.
“Young man, do not forget to pray. Each time you pray, if you do so sincerely, there will be the flash of a new feeling in it, and a new thought as well, one you did not know before, which will give you fresh courage, and you will understand that prayer is education.”
Substack • 'I'm Too Lazy and Mediocre to Deserve the Life I Want!'
But of course calling oneself a monster can be a form of self-aggrandizement. The worst part of myself is my occasional feeling that I am a very, very special kind of monster. A dumb story I can get caught up in is this one: No one is as big a monster as me. The grandiosity of my self-loathing (and its attendant self-pity) could blot out the sun if... See more
Interview with a 57-Year-Old Sober Person: Claire Dederer
I believe the Steps are more like a spiritual initiation that works toward destroying our old, deluded, self-centered selves so that God and our Sober Elders can put the pieces of our lives back together in the form of a wholly new self.
mail.google.com • Gmail - Does God Really Speak?
preoccupied attachment — always scanning for proof we’re loved, always bracing for abandonment. We’re so used to checking the “supply line” to feel okay — whether that’s alcohol, a person, or constant external validation — that we forget we can carry the reassurance inside us.
Peek-a-Boo: Wait... I Don't See You
You get to be the person you want to be, lead the life you want to lead, when you accept what is.