I published my memoir in March of 2011. That was nearly a decade ago and a lot has happened since then. For one, Life has happened. I’ve already started the outline for my second book, but I’m not quite sure how to begin. I know, I know – at the beginning. Right? But it’s notContinue reading “Life Happened”
Psychodrama is an exercise used in psychotherapy and utilized by some inpatient treatment centers for the purpose of self-discovery. It is supposed to be therapeutic. But at my 4th treatment center in Florida, the staff misused it terribly. They had us participate in psychodrama for their amusement and entertainment and it was beyond inappropriate andContinue reading “Psychodrama”
A friend of mine just asked me to write a post about responsibility. I thought that was a terrible idea because I was content in my new chair and I didn’t want to move from my purring babies. But, the chair isn’t going anywhere, neither are they, and I haven’t written anything all day, soContinue reading “Who’s Responsible?”
“Well Hi there little guy.” I leaned over and said to the grasshopper. It attacked my face. I about fell over backward. A young child passing me on his Hot Wheels looked to his mother in horror. I truly behaved like I’d lost my mind -swatting at my face, knocking my glasses off, yelling obscenities.Continue reading “Albino Grasshopper”
Tangible Peace I love evenings like this.
It’s a head-bobbing, toe-tappin’ day.
I want a teacher who actually recognizes the teaching position and makes him/herself useful that way. I’ll backtrack to the title of this post. I just left a relationship with a man who was a terrific teacher. He just didn’t realize he was doing it, What I learned the most from this person is thatContinue reading “Teacher”
The addict voice (AV) that takes up residency in our minds does a number on the words we throw at it when we’re trying to get sober. Why is it so hard for us to wrap our minds around one single powerful word? What is one word we say over and over and over toContinue reading “Say It And Mean It.”
Continued from chapter 3 of my memoir: Saturation https://www.amazon.com/Saturation-Memoir-Jennifer-Place/dp/1461018129 It took just over two short months before I became aware of how unhealthy his attachment to me had grown. And I allowed it. I participated. He gave me what I wanted – alcohol. We became like two sick spiders intertwined in a foul emotional web.Continue reading “Sick Dick”
This has got to be the shortest and the most powerful sentence a sober person can utter. That’s what I say, “I don’t drink.” If someone offers me a drink, I say “No, thank you.”
I watched it creep across the roof of a building across the street. I warned the person I was with that it knew where we were. The creature stood and began to scale the building as I continued pointing to it, yelling “It’s RIGHT THERE!” But the person I was with couldn’t see it. WhyContinue reading “The Shadow Creature Got Me.”
This little gem sits opposite my desk as a source of writing inspiration. And no – I don’t own a pig. I remember collecting the wavy rock in the Cayman Islands, but I have no idea who gave me the figure or the glass porcupine (I think that’s what that is). I think they’re prettyContinue reading “It Has Nuts For Boobs!”
(Besides morning sex)? I’ve got electricity, coffee, creamer, my laptop started right up, my kittens are happily tearing through my apartment, it’s quiet (except for them), and I’ve got a full box of waffles in the freezer. They’re (waffles, not kittens. We don’t munch on kitties, mkay?) particularly delicious smothered in creamy peanut butter andContinue reading “What Is Better Than This?”
Drank hand sanitizer “Why do I so this? I’m going to go to a SMART meeting this evening. I cant seem to stop.the sanitizer made me throw up so I didn’t even get drunk. I’m starting my journey today. I’m sick of this.” Someone posted that in one of the online recovery forums I visit.Continue reading “What? Straight From The Bottle?”
(Preposterous! Isn’t that a great word?) Saturation continues here … It served Dick to overlook my relationship with alcohol, whatever he thought it might be, because he realized he couldn’t compete with it. Alcohol was the wrapping on the package that was ME. I made this very clear from the beginning of our relationship when,Continue reading “Preposterous!”