Monthly Archives: August 2015

Rehabilitation V

Good morning, y’all. I continue to try to read and sort through my tribulations by reading about how others have sorted through theirs. I have come to the clarity that where I once felt like my life was unique, my pain somehow distinctive, that I just “ain’t that special”. I

Rehabilitation III

Good morning, y’all. I’ve been trying to catch up on my reading of things more inspirational than sensational. It can’t hurt, right? I was looking at philosophies that center around “doing the right thing”, and that led to philosophies of having the courage to “do the right thing”. I’d like

Rehabilitation

Good morning, y’all. I’d like to set the tone today with a little quote from Carrie Fisher’s “Postcards From the Edge”: “Karl Marx: “Religion is the opiate of the masses.” Carrie Fisher: “I did masses of opiates religiously.” You see, I think most of us, when we’re in our “right”

Mom Goes To Rehab XI

Good morning, y’all. I’m going to start this retelling with a little quote: “When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.” –  Marcus Aurelius   It’s good to “count one’s blessings” each

Mom Goes To Rehab X

Good morning, y’all. I have reflected last night and this morning about telling the personal details of my family dynamics. I know I have to talk about the things that hurt me, things that get locked behind mental doors, because, well, it’s court ordered. I get some relief from the

Mom Goes to Rehab VIII

Good morning, y’all. I’ve experienced my first real glitch with my recorder. Seems like something in yesterday’s download did something with the memory, or the tape can’t be used again or some technological kerfuffle that would require a person with a higher education to resolve. Unfortunately, there are no people

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