Before I started drinking and using, before my mom’s drinking had become the huge issue it turned out to be, before I fell in love with addict after addict I was emotionally bound to others. It is appropriate as a baby, as a child. We learn to smile by being smiled at, how to laugh
December 5th, 2013 at 3:44pm, the weather man says it’s going to be clear and sunny till next Thursday with temperatures in the sixties after today. I finished packing up the bike, grabbed a sausage and biscuit, cup of jo, kiss and hug and hit the road. Thirty nine degrees and cloudy, and the biggest
Right now, before you start reading, take a moment to breathe, with attention, three or four times. These deep breaths come from a soft abdomen and an expandable chest. In and out through the nose – or in the nose and out the mouth. Not to be too concerned about a “right way”. Just breathe.
Sitting quietly at home one evening, I got to thinking deeply about how my children have survived the many adverse social situations that having an addicted parent brings. They have lived in chaos and violence, witnessed the divorce of their parents, suffered financial hardship and insecurity – basically far too much for their tender years.