What Is Better Than This?

(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?”

I Can’t Tell …

Are the leaves turning due to the Autumn season or are they dying from the thick smoke and ash that covered our city from the Oregon wildfires (I live in Eugene)? I can’t tell. An umbrella of pristine blue sky hovers above and beyond the furthest leaves. It’s been nearly two weeks since I’ve seenContinue reading “I Can’t Tell …”

Who Dreams About Their Old Treatment Center?

Me. I had an odd dream about being shown photographs of a birthday cake that said “Thanks for all your hard work LnN.” I’m LumenandNyx on the recovery board I visit and somehow I understood that LnN was me on the birthday cake. Realizing that the staff at the treatment center still remembered me andContinue reading “Who Dreams About Their Old Treatment Center?”

Chapter 2, A Wee Brief History of Me pt 2

Continued from 5 August 2020 The following is an excerpt from my memoir Saturation~ Peggy started verbalizing that she was there to replace my “terrible” Mother who had, since our arrive to Colorado, moved to California. I resented Peggy – loudly. The older I got the more she nitpicked and tried to control me. IContinue reading “Chapter 2, A Wee Brief History of Me pt 2”

Sober Sunday, Hey!

Guess who took that picture. 🙂 Gorgeous, right? And it was so loud! This was taken at Salt Creek Falls in Oregon. We traipsed all through the Willamette National Forest today. Here’s a selfie taken earlier this morning in front of the Willamette River. We were half way between Eugene and Bend. Loads of people.Continue reading “Sober Sunday, Hey!”

Wait, What? It’s Called LIFE?

I find it amusing when I read other addicts moan on and on about how stressors continue to besiege them on a somewhat regular basis. I think to myself, “Get OFF your pity Potty already. It’s called LIFE. Wake up!” Perhaps this aggressive or overly assertive stance is too much for the more fragile personality.Continue reading “Wait, What? It’s Called LIFE?”