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Post by caressa on Jul 23, 2007 8:19:54 GMT -5
This reminds me of all the old tapes and thou shall nots that I grew up with. Those things you didn't mention, talk about or let on that you knew anything about.
Those feeling you didn't act on and stuffed. Those actions you wanted to take, but didn't because it wasn't considered "proper."
What is reality? How can it be real if it is not mentioned or acknowledged?
The lack of emotion and showing that you cared. I was not huggable when I came into recovery. I use to say, "I don't do hugs." Today, I ask, "Do you do hugs?" I feel like I brought the hug to AA. That may be an ego thing, but there weren't very many of them going around when I got here several twenty-four hours ago.
As they say in NA, "Hugs not drugs!" What ever your drug of choice may be. (Work, food, gambling, computer, relationships, alcohol, drugs, exercise, religion, etc......) My drug of choice was always more.
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Post by majestyjo on Apr 3, 2016 8:25:26 GMT -5
It is now 166 years ago. And things are even worse.
Some people say, "Well it wasn't my drug of choice." I find that when I become addicted to something, it can lead me back to that drug of choice. I also have found that my drug of choice is no longer working for me, so I have to add more, be it a different alcoholic beverage or I start a pill, pot, or food maintenance program.
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Post by majestyjo on Apr 2, 2020 13:42:06 GMT -5
If my head is computing correctly, 170 years ago
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