WSO Announcement: ComLine Blog Update
We want to share that the ComLine blog will be taking a temporary pause. This break will give us the opportunity to reflect, refresh, and enhance how we share recovery stories, service articles, and updates with our fellowship. We truly appreciate your...
A Healing Prayer
May we surrender all the people and things we are unable to change, right here right now.May we open our minds to Our Loving Higher Power to receive Its help and the clarity we need to see all the dysfunctional patterns we have introjected.May we voice the truth in...
My Shadow
The shadow, Shows another side Conceals the real me Easier for me to hide That part of myself Others couldn’t seeProjected a different persona Someone I didn’t want to be.People I would meet Desired Outcomes I got,An Inauthentic...
Devenir Trop Exigeante
Récemment, j’ai chuté sur un trottoir, et ai eu alors une lourde attelle pendant six semaines ; puis j’ai eu à faire face à œdème et raideurs, comme séquelles handicapantes. Beaucoup de voisines, voyant cela, m’ont proposé leur aide, me disant « N’hésite pas à me...
A Farewell Message
I have been editing submissions for publication of the ACA ComLine Blog since it was launched on 1 February 2022. For most of that time, I have done this work alone. It is now time for me to move on and for someone else to step up and take over this responsibility....
Our Last Visit
Blue leather lounge chaircenter of the roomcenter of attentionsittingagingFox News blaringdecades gone byhate mongeringday and nightshe's hypnotized by hate to cover her loneliness3,000 miles awaythe distance felt as a betrayaleven 30 years laterI'm unforgivenHere in...
My Struggle to Be – Me
I must not be me. daddy-Monster will explode on me. All over me. I dare not be. I don’t know what I’ve done wrong, but I must not be me. daddy-Monster will blame me. At school, I must not be me; catholic nuns will vilify...
Lettre De Gratitude
Editor's note: English translation was created using google translate Chers membres et serviteurs d’Adult Children of Alcoholics (ACA),En ce mois de novembre, mois de la gratitude, je ressens profondément le besoin de vous écrire pour exprimer ma reconnaissance envers...
Irate Customer
Purchasing a greeting card for my wife,I hear a commotion.Lots of anger and cussing.I look around a corner. I see an older man shove an employee.Tall, grey hair, grey beard,probably in his seventies.He cusses and exits the store. I start to follow, then stop.I look...
The Wall Between Us
The Wall was her charm, her people-pleasing, her lies mixed with a deep care for me, her mother. The Wall was addiction. The Wall was the disconnect in our realities. I had wanted so much to believe that she had left her drug-of-choice in the rearview mirror, even...