Waves of Shame

waves of shame

There are moments when the past is unknowingly unleashed back into the present. Parts of you that you filed away. Pieces of your past that you were hoping had gone away and did not exist. They come crashing down around you, out of nowhere, like waves of shame. This past weekend for Mother’s Day was one of those moments. My …

Living As If My Dad Was Dead

We cannot forget the casualties of  trauma. With all the accomplishments and celebrations in my sobriety, I can easily lose sight of the ones too often forgotten in my recovery. They are the ones that I have left in the wake of my alcoholism. They are my family, my loved ones, and my children that have suffered from the torment …