Even After All These Years...The Addict Voice

I lowered my head to the mirror, stuck the short, metal tube up my nose, and inhaled deeply. The cocaine coursed through my veins. The laughter around me amplified. The music blaring through the speakers became crystal clear. Each note singular and beautiful. I felt the hair on my arms sway ever so slightly as the vent above me whispered down cool air.

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Coloring – It Ain’t Just For Kids

You guys! I forgot how much fun coloring is! A couple of years ago, my hubby came home from his group meeting and said our counselor had them color. I admit I laughed. I mean, I was picturing a bunch of guys grabbing crayons out of a Crayola box and filling in Scooby Doo pictures or something. However, as hubby talked about it, I could tell he really enjoyed it. He said as they colored, they talked about various issues and coloring helped them stay relaxed while they opened up.

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S is for Setbacks aka Slips

♫ Slip sliding away…slip sliding away. ♫ Do you have that song by Paul Simon in your head too? Sorry about that. As an addict, I use the words setback and slip interchangeably although I understand and respect not everyone is fond of the word slip. To me, a slip is like when you slip on the ice. You don’t quite fall down on the ground. You try to catch yourself before you do. At least you hope you do. If not, then you have a huge knot on your head to remind you why you’re supposed to be more cautious while treading in dangerous territory.

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