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Truth & Denial

by Tom M. | Feb 15, 2024 | ACA And The Arts, ComLine

Truth, the ugly Truth. The violence of generations. Too painful to bear. Locked tightly away in a “safe” room. Do not open that door! No one wants to know. Squander the years away – in feigned ignorance. The door cracks open and...

An Interesting Opportunity

by Marion M | Feb 15, 2024 | ACA And The Arts, ComLine

An interesting opportunity has recently arisen for meTo travel somewhere special and explore somethingLong-time on my bucket list.That interesting opportunity has started a war in meBetween the nasty Negative-Nancy, doubting-Debbie-Downer,That is my critical parent...

My father…

by Lena L | Feb 1, 2024 | ACA And The Arts, ComLine

My father was a Rage-a-holic, verbally and physically abusive, and more…Drama “King” is an understatement.He seemed to derive pleasure from inflicting pain and humiliation on the rest of us. As a child I could not stand up to this man… Had to put up with this “bully”...

Making and Taking My Own Steps

by Jill O. | Feb 1, 2024 | ACA Toolbox, ComLine

I worked the ACA Twelve Steps in a “fast” group in the first year I joined ACA. The experience was invaluable, opening my eyes to the big picture of intergenerational trauma and my childhood. Each time I worked a step in the yellow workbook, I wrote Tony A’s version...

How Are You?

by Christine O. | Feb 1, 2024 | ComLine, Voices of Recovery

“Good!” I feel the need to summarize. “Good!” The exclamation point is to create interest without divulging anything. I do not plan to give any info. I do not plan to offer any details. This is due to an assumption that the other person is not actually interested. Or...

Gated

by Tamara P. | Feb 1, 2024 | ComLine, Voices of Recovery

There is a fine line in the sandWalking a tightropeLearning to juggle one egg at a timeWalking on a frozen riverBeing aware of the delicate waterThe faded line on the beachIt sometimes can move from the waves washing ashoreI can forget where the line wasSlowly dipping...