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Entering My Stone Circle

by Maura T. | Jan 26, 2022 | ACA And The Arts, ComLine

A stone circle made by my ancestorsis my sacred church spaceFifteen boundary stones facingthe large central stoneRound and flat toppedStanding atop other stonesBuried in the groundNext to each perimeter stoneStands one of my Divine guides and aidesOn the central stone...

I Believed My Little Girl

by Jane F. | Jan 24, 2022 | ComLine, Voices of Recovery

“Janie, oh how I dreaded that name! It made me sound like such a little kid when I was the only one that’s good for anything; daddy said so. They didn’t even have a real God. “Not like mine!”My little girl butts in, “You’re not writing this right”. “Quit trying and...

I Matter, I’m Whole, And I Am Never Alone

by Mary H. | Jan 24, 2022 | ComLine, Voices of Recovery

Living in the “if onlys” and “someday whens” I was always looking for something, someone, or someplace that would give me peace.Just as my alcoholic father and enabling mother, I was on a deadly continuum. I have primary addictive reactions that get me high or low,...

Taking Care Of My Inner Child

by Anna K. | Jan 24, 2022 | ComLine, Voices of Recovery

On a bad day, when I am triggered by something, it feels like I get sucked into the past. I become a small child, again. I bypass thought and get sucked into that dark room of abandonment and ‘aloneness’. There, I can hear my infant-self wailing.In one of these...

Milestones

by Fellow Traveler | Jan 1, 2022 | ACA Toolbox, ComLine

The Big Red Book says that the return of feelings ushers in the second stage of recovery. This is an important milestone. When I entered recovery, I knew three words for feelings: happy, mad, and sad. I lacked the ability to experience or express the feelings that...

Boundaries and Boxes

by Jean N | Nov 30, 2021 | ACA Boundaries, ComLine

On my first day volunteering at a non-profit food organization, I was given the task of moving heavy food boxes from the main floor to the basement. “BAM!!!” Ms. T, the volunteer manager of the store, had dropped the boxes loudly at the entrance of the basement...