Every sober Thanksgiving that rolls around—and this is the 15th—is so grounding for me. I literally sat in a detox center for Thanksgiving 2009 wondering just how it was that way. With Nov 23 as my sobriety date, there is no possible way I can minimize the meaning of Thanksgiving, thankfulness, or gratitude. 🙏
Reading your words, knowing we are in this exact miraculous moment together, fills my whole entire heart with gratitude. For you, for me, for all of us who have taken the road less traveled. Big hugs, Dee. And warm wishes for you and your dear ones this Thanksgiving. x
"Recovery is a massive tree trunk pushed deep, wide, intrusive into the earth, where you came from. It’s what you are made of and what you are buried inside. All my life I was inside that grave, that hole in the earth where I hid. I am just now only barely emerged. I’ve only just barely recognized the sunlight ramming down through the trees."
Congratulations on your recovery! I never tire of hearing recovery stories-they are GOLD! This reminds me of a recent conversation I had with my daughter who is a fentanyl addict. I asked her to look at the beauty around her as she bent over her hands picking at herself...at that moment, it was the sun dappling through the tree above us. She told me that the drug kills the pain, but it also kills the joy. She's in the grave. I'm hoping and praying that she'll want to emerge. She's been close. Thank you for giving us this imagery.
This was a validating delight to read 🖤
I am so grateful to hear this, Christina! ♥️
Deeply grateful that you wrote this for me against all odds. I love the imagery/metaphor of the tree trunk.
I’m so grateful to you, Leslie. That you are here, that it resonates with you. My heart is full. ♥️
Every sober Thanksgiving that rolls around—and this is the 15th—is so grounding for me. I literally sat in a detox center for Thanksgiving 2009 wondering just how it was that way. With Nov 23 as my sobriety date, there is no possible way I can minimize the meaning of Thanksgiving, thankfulness, or gratitude. 🙏
Reading your words, knowing we are in this exact miraculous moment together, fills my whole entire heart with gratitude. For you, for me, for all of us who have taken the road less traveled. Big hugs, Dee. And warm wishes for you and your dear ones this Thanksgiving. x
🙏 and to you and yours
"Recovery is a massive tree trunk pushed deep, wide, intrusive into the earth, where you came from. It’s what you are made of and what you are buried inside. All my life I was inside that grave, that hole in the earth where I hid. I am just now only barely emerged. I’ve only just barely recognized the sunlight ramming down through the trees."
Congratulations on your recovery! I never tire of hearing recovery stories-they are GOLD! This reminds me of a recent conversation I had with my daughter who is a fentanyl addict. I asked her to look at the beauty around her as she bent over her hands picking at herself...at that moment, it was the sun dappling through the tree above us. She told me that the drug kills the pain, but it also kills the joy. She's in the grave. I'm hoping and praying that she'll want to emerge. She's been close. Thank you for giving us this imagery.