Acceptance – The Longest Stage of Grief
Alcoholism
**This post contains referral links and I may make a small commission at no additional cost to you to help me with the costs of running my blog** This past New Year’s Eve, I had to make a tough decision. Dealing with the last stage of grief was now a must: Acceptance – The Longest Stage of Grief. A few hours before the ball was to drop, my sister had called me, once again, drunk. Once again, I listened to my drunk sister with the skills I had learned in Al-Anon. It had been a long, torturous 8 to 10 …
Domestic Violence – My Sister’s Bruises
Alcoholism
***This post contains referral links and I may make a small commission at NO ADDITIONAL cost to you to help with the expenses of running my blog. Thank you!!*** Eloquently, my sister seemed to have it all.  A fancy car. A large house in an upscale neighborhood, along with elegant clothes and meticulously polished nails at all times. Domestic violence is the last thing I thought would be taking place in their household. As a result, the housewarming party soon followed their house purchase. At the party, everyone oohed and awwed over the new house and all of its fancy trimmings. …
July 4th and Your Recovery
Alcoholism
What does the 4th of July and Recovery Mean To You This is different for each one of us.  First of all, I think about the people who have served our country and I thank them from the bottom of my heart for their service to our country.  The Fourth of July holiday means fireworks, cookouts, swimming, relaxing and spending time with family.  Hence, as I drive up to spend time with my family this year, I realize the progress in my own recovery. During my last visit, I shared with my aunt how hurt I was over my sister’s …
How To Keep Your Sanity With An Alcoholic
Alcoholism
Growing Up If someone had told me 10 years ago that I would be witnessing my sister’s alcoholism and her shutting me out of her life, I would asked them if they had been smoking crack.  My sister and I had grown to be very close over the years.  We would spend countless hours on the phone discussing our lives, problems, and hashing out life.  We have always lived apart from each other and the phone was frequently glued to our ears several times a day.  When I was told my ill husband and most likely wouldn’t make it out …