Broken and Whole
my leg will alwayshave been brokenI cannot heal well enoughto be as I was in the pastbefore it was brokenI cannot run into a future healingno matter how strong the bonehow faded the scarmy heart will alwayshave been brokenthere is not enough therapyfor a future where...
Escape from Religious Insanity
Many have told me to just trust God. But I struggle to trust the one who entrusted my newborn soul to the “care” of exploding daddy-Monster and placed me in an environment of two terrifying decades of childhood domestic...
What is ACA’s WSO and Why Should I Care?
Adult Children of Alcoholics World Service Organization, Inc. (ACAWSO) is a legally incorporated nonprofit charitable organization led by a Board of Trustees composed of volunteers selected to serve as corporate trustees according to the laws of the State of...
My Cat, RC
RC. I am her human. She is my cat.She has a proper name of “Reya Sunshine.”A program friend shared with me… She calls my cat RC. I asked, “RC?” She said, “Recovery Cat.” A tabby with green eyes! Beautiful to look at, lovely to hold.Little did I know that “green eyes”...
Hands and Disconnection
I was left-handed and wrote letters mirror image until my dad shamed me about that, then I turned them around, of course, to please him.Letters seemed to be the first experience where Left or Right mattered.I was given special scissors by my dadscissors...
My Spiritual Experience
Start with the courage to let go of what and whom I cannot change. I let it go and I feel It, what some of us choose to call God. When I surrender instead of “fixating” on things, places, circumstances and people I am unable to “fix”, my mind gains the necessary space...
Inventory – Dreaded Inventory
A searching and fearless moral inventory? With lots of fear and trepidation. I don’t like the word fearless; it’s not true. I’ll use the word courageous instead. Whose inventory? Those who harmed me? After all, they are at fault. My parents, my coworkers, the toxic...
Grape Hyacinths
When my father sold the family home after her death I found the rusty trowel in the garage, duga few from the front yard and dropped them into a plastic bag. We lived on Willow Drive back then and when I openly wished for a willow tree for the front yard I only heard...
Remplacements et métamorphose
Il y a longtemps, ma mère biologique racontait une histoire-énigme : « Pierre avait un couteau. La lame a cassé, alors il a changé la lame. Le manche a cassé, alors il a changé le manche. Tout a été remplacé. Est-ce toujours le couteau de Pierre ? » J’étais...
Why Our Group Uses a Timer for Our Member Shares
Through the years we had experiences where some people frequently dominated the meeting by taking more than what would be considered their fair share of time during the personal sharing portion. It was always our intent to provide the opportunity to share to everyone...