Category Archives: Recovery
Practice Progress Preparation
Rousing the sense that I am in the right place, at the exact right moment, doing the most right thing imaginable, I can relax here.
The Comfort of Cooking
I’m getting to know my anxiety better.
Thanks for the help
Nine days ago, I had the mother of all panic attacks. (Not a good mother. A very, very bad mother.) We had just turned out the lights to go to sleep. It started. I turned to Gregory and said, “I’m having a panic attack.” He said, “Go get a Klonopin.” I did. And then […]
The rough places smooth
My unconscious was waving at me in recent weeks… through my dreams and other signs. Something hidden in the dark wanted to be revealed. Love was looking for a way. I did what I could to ignore the messages… You can imagine what happened.