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quote-a-day-2022 · 2 years
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choasinthemaking · 3 months
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We’re 5 months clean and relearning life❤️‍🔥
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recovery-journey2021 · 9 months
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8 days sober. That means something.
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Something I saw that I thought was worth sharing, and may be helpful and needed for someone 🫶🫰 you got this!
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talkrecoverylife · 10 months
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What do Dandelions know that I don’t?
Let’s talk about dandelions, Taraxacum Officinale. My favorite flower since I was a small child. The flower that nobody liked. As a kid, I loved seeing them growing in the grass, it was so pretty, the bright yellow on the green lawn. I especially loved it when the grass was full of them. I could not understand why people were always trying to kill them.
This was a flower I was allowed to pick, make bouquets with and collect. I remember picking them in the front yard to “save them” from my Dad. The good intention was there anyways.
As an adult, I still like them. I still think they are pretty. But I am a little more philosophical about it. Not that I don’t pick a bouquet when I have the chance.
Think about the dandelion. This is a flower that yearns to live and grow. “Damn hard to get rid of” as my Dad would say. We dig them out by the roots or poison them, and still they come back, spotting the grass with little yellow blooms. We put cinder blocks over them to make a sidewalk and they will pop up in the cracks. It’s like they don’t know, or don’t care that they are under attack. They are just doing their thing.
When it is time for them to die, there is no ugliness, no hard pieces to hurt your feet when you walk barefoot on the lawn. They just change to a white, soft puff ball, and when the wind is just right, their seeds and their DNA are blown up in the air. Wherever they land, a new flower will grow.
What if we had even some of these qualities? What if, in a world that thought we were ugly and unwanted, we could see our own beauty? What if we had the strength to stand up and come back from our defeats, as beautiful and strong as we were before? What if obstacles in our path were simply things we needed to either go around, or go through? What if when we were old and done, we sat at peace, knowing that our lives had meant something and we were leaving a legacy?
I believe that in recovery we have a responsibility to keep learning. The knowledge we get from sources such as AA, NA, OA, Smart Recovery, counselling, therapy, social media, podcasts etc., is invaluable. We would not make it without these resources. But sometimes can we learn lessons and be inspired by the simple things right in front of us, like a silly little flower? from flowers that have been there all along?
Recovery Life (talkrecoverylife.com)
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phoebe-a-poetry · 4 months
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I don’t drink anymore.[which you might think is strange because all we ever use to do was sip until our souls melted into the shape of peace] [but it’s January and for the first time the world doesn’t feel like it’ll end even though cruelty blankets humanity but I guess that’s how it has always been] [I found God back in August in the middle of the week] [I was eating a sandwich listening to some crazy lady talk about her fathers rage and her mothers indifference as she fed the birds] [the way she loved burned a hole into my stomach and before I finished eating I was full of something so foreign my body almost rejected it] [thinking of you still slices me clean open and it’s painful but it’s growth so I never stop talking about it or writing about it or feeling it] I can’t. I’m afraid if I do that’ll be the thing that kills me.
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germ-t-ripper · 3 months
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11JAN24 When the hotel has a gym, I gotta hit that.
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sobertribevibe · 1 year
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mofettie34 · 5 months
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This comeback is personal, it’s an apology to myself for putting up with shit I didn’t deserve.
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thelastday1 · 1 year
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The face of 2 weeks sober, on a beautiful sunny Friday, 2 days before my 30th birthday.
Feeling blessed \o/
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quote-a-day-2022 · 2 years
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choasinthemaking · 7 months
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45 days clean and sober 💜
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whatarewedoingheree · 2 months
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30 Days Sober!!
1 Week Off Cigs!!
Wow wow wow I didn’t know if I’d make it but here I am. I did that shit.
I feel so proud and so good. I still crave them but I know I’m better off without them.
Blessed and grateful 💖
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theaddictspoetry · 2 years
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I'm not afraid of being sober,
I'm afraid of what happens once its over.
@theaddictspoetry
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palepinkskin · 2 years
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when you reach the end of the downward spiral, when you‘ve reached beyond the lowest point imaginable. when you’re laying on the cold, hard floor, and you’ve quite literally burned every bridge, and nipped at every hand that came your way. when you no longer feel any attachment to the cold, distant stranger in the mirror. you find that you scoured your surroundings, begging pleading for just one more way, or just one more phone number to call to get help. to check into one more rehab to check yourself out of, one more detox facility, one more shot to do it right this time. i’m afraid that is rock bottom. it will be the coldest floor you’ve ever slept on, it will be the most alone and on your own you’ve ever been. at this point, you have two options left: (1.) you can lay down on your back and make fucking snow angels until you die or you can use rock bottom as a solid foundation on which to rebuild your life before you die. be careful, tread lightly because the choice is yours.
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