Voices of Recovery

Trust

Trust

What did trust mean to me as a child?As an infant - don’t. As a toddler - don’t. A little older, it is a pattern, don’t.Kindergarten as I crossed the threshold… I thought:“Adults and children aren’t trustworthy, just do the work.”Already had learned the...

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I Am

I Am

I am not the tension in my shouldersI am a warm summer breezeI am not my hypertensionI am a warm summer breezeI am not the give out in my kneesI am a warm summer breezeI am not the tight muscles in my hipsI am a warm summer breezeI am not the extra cushion around my...

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I’m Not Alone Anymore

I’m Not Alone Anymore

I am writing today to share some of the hope I feel, inspired by attending meetings for the last 3 months. Before finding ACA, at one of the lowest points of my life, I began noticing patterns emerging in my relationships, both platonic and romantic. At the suggestion...

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Hands and Disconnection

Hands and Disconnection

I was left-handed and wrote letters mirror image until my dad shamed me about that, then I turned them around, of course, to please him.Letters seemed to be the first experience where Left or Right mattered.I was given special scissors by my dadscissors...

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