Can I be the wind that touches my face? Can I be the one who gives me grace? Could I be that rock which sits there in form? Maybe in the next life, if I were reborn. I had no eyes to witness, how could I see? The millions of particles which existed as me.
Category Archives: Lifeline
What you do is try to quit drinking. You keep practicing but without support, excuses turn into severe consequences. Young men and women who have people that love them, go away for too long, loose what loved them and what they loved. The amount of people who talk to you, who care about you, slim
That statement stood out to me at a meeting I was attending. A sponsor from the outside world came and said we need to live from our heart not our head. It all started to make sense. All of my life I’ve wanted to situate life my way. People, places and things. Always pointing out
My story is like most of the people I see in these rooms. The only difference from us and the normal A.A. rooms is that we are currently incarcerated. I started my road to this place 40 yrs ago. I was being abused physically by my step-father, so at 8 I tried to kill myself
One of the ways I grow in recovery is by attending conferences, which I did this February when I participated in the International Women’s Conference in Phoenix, Arizona. It was very empowering to be with 3,600 women in sobriety count down and connect with each other through our experiences. The workshops and speakers were amazing,
My journey to the Pacific Region Alcoholics Anonymous Service Assembly (PRAASA) commenced with irritation and foul language under my breath as the rental car dealership explained their inventory did not include the vehicle I had reserved. With misgiving, I accepted their offer to give me a free upgrade to a four wheel drive luxury vehicle,
They say connection is the opposite of addiction. Serving others has given me a sense of community and comradery nothing else has. As alcoholics, even those not physically incarcerated find themselves locked deep in the dungeons of their mind. I have never felt more alone than at the peak of my alcoholism. It wasn’t just