There are some things to come that are more delicate than all of the previous chapters combined. The intricacies involved in relaying these experiences are deserving of the time and thoughtful crafting it will take to continue in a true, yet sensitive way.
Alcoholism
Chapter 23
The one constant in life is change and if our moral code is challenged by a change in schedule (or anything at all for that matter), then it may be that there are cracks in that integrity.
Chapter 22
I understand the innate sensitivity of the ego. For this reason, I will cater to it briefly in the hopes of cutting through some of the delusions it likes to create…
Chapter 18
He walked the path of crime in other ways, not at all knowing how to process the trauma he experienced in his own life. I recently learned that, like my mother, he too was brutalized as a child…brutalized in every way a child can be. No exaggeration.
Chapter 17
The lights were low and there was a candle lit with some fresh flowers. Under a different circumstance it would have been quite romantic.
Chapter 16
I didn’t consciously know at the time that I was learning about integration…knowing my shadow, while also emerging my light.
Chapter 15
I didn't know that would be the last time I would ever see him, but I get now that he did. He told me that he prayed every day that I didn't end up like him.
Chapter 13
“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.”
Chapter 9
I am very careful and aware when choosing my words, but there are significant lessons here. They must be delivered in a manner that is as close to the raw truth as I am capable of delivering. Otherwise, how can any situation be transformed? How can you reach your light without first knowing your dark?
Chapter 8
There was always this mysterious hint of something spiritual around us, following us. It was more of an inner knowing than anything else, mixed with some eerie synchronicities that would scare the shit out of you if you didn't know what was happening.
Chapter 3
You think you understand love until you recall memories like that...patience, unselfishness, perseverance...that's love.
Chapter 2
Betsy had become a saving grace throughout my sobriety. She was brought to me via divine orchestration. I know this now.
Chapter 1
Twenty years today. Continuous. Unconditional. Sobriety.
In Bloom 