I’ve been struggling with the post for a few days… Not sure what to write or where to start or how much to share. Then I remembered why I started this blog and what it means to me. ~~~ Let me just start off with saying, Mom, I miss you. I always missed the old…… Continue reading Mom, your struggle is over
There is something joyful and stressful in that statement, but its true. I’m coming home, as in returning to Durban after 2+ years in the dry and dusty lands of Ashburton, PMB. (Truth be told, this post has been in my drafts folder for over a month, I’m already settled in Durban) This has been…… Continue reading I’m Coming Home ~ Durban Bound
They recommend that addicts should’t have relationships for the first 1 year of recovery. I thought that didn’t apply to the people who were already married or in a serious relationship. Harsh realization for me though, is that the recovering addict is not capable of dealing with all the expectations and emotional requirements that a marriage/ relationship involves.…… Continue reading Recovery first, is harder than I imagined!
This past Saturday there was a memorial service for a woman who I did not know well but for some reason I felt for her. She had a smile that wore a 1000 pains. I had only met her a few times but each time she was so friendly to me and Connor. I sat…… Continue reading The Harsh Reality of the Disease
A photograph paints a picture of a 1000 words, I say it depends how you look at it What do you see when you look at these photos? December 2015 I see a man that has just run away from Rehab to spend Christmas with his family, he is clean but he isnt in recovery!…… Continue reading What do you see?
Have you ever loved someone so much it hurts? Loving an addict hurts; you just want the best for them, you can see they are capable of so much but when they are living in hell, the only thing they want is the next drug – because their addiction tells them, that is all they…… Continue reading It’s not easy loving an addict!
I came across this question last night on a Facebook group that I belong to, called “Married to an addict”. The answer came to me like a flood, and here it is… I stay because behind the addiction lies a broken and trapped man; a man that is funny, caring and kind-hearted. A man that…… Continue reading Why do I stay?