Recovery is: True, naked, and transparent honesty.

The truth is excrutiating, but the truth will make us whole again.

Whatever it is that pulls us in different directions fragmenting our spirit and our character prevents us from becoming whole. Whether it be lying about your drinking, your thoughts of drinking becoming more and more consistant, or knowing deep down you just can’t throw away that last bottle. Our thoughts become our actions, our actions define us, said some really really smart guy once. Justification and lies hold us in place to make the same mistakes over and over again and losing ourselves in the act.

The act, you know, the I’m fine act. The I’m sober act. The I’ve got this act.

Our fragmented selves are trying to adapt to what every situation entails. This has to be the worst place for a human being to remain. A slave to their addictions and their fears. When we are so misaligned within ourselves, we do so many things that we wouldn’t ordinarily do. We become so used to justifying our own behavior in our heads to avoid the treacherous wounds of reality. A framented self can’t trust themselves. The fragmented self wants to deaden the pain, forget it, create drama around them so they can distance themselves from the hurricane building inside of them. A fragmented self is incapable of consistantly alligning words with action. I’ve even spoke with some that felt that lying was a necessary means to an end. Managing to make life work whilst standing knee deep in your own bullshit. It is the human condition. Ultimately YOU, and only YOU know the reality of the choices that brought you here. Nothing is going to change those choices. You don’t have to be those choices. You can take off from here. Leave it, and once again revive the character and integrity that once defined you.

The splitting and sharp edges created from this multidimensional separation of body and spirit encourages a sort of disassociation within themselves and the world around them. This whirlwind of spiritual and emotional suffocation and instibility will no doubt create more self hate, more self doubt, more fear, more projection and distrust of those around them. As you take that first step to realign yourself with who you desire to become and begin to act on these positive milstones, the invisible line separating your true self, and the reality of the world around you will start to fade. The strength builds on itself. If you stay consistant in your efforts and truly hold fast to your values and your goals, each day you will bloom another beautiful blossom of integrity.

Becoming in sync with the world around you. This really does seem like one of those expressions that some peace loving buddha would whisper into the breeze as his followers meditate in front of him. What does this even mean, though? Becoming aligned with the world around you is more of a constant state of being rather than just an action. When you are in a state of need, in a panic, in dispair, you must do your best to refocus on the present. When you are in alignment with the world around you, you become an unstoppable force of attraction. I have seen this in myself recently. I was feeling so good, so positive, so in love with where I am. Things began to shift. The better care I took of myself, and the more time I invested in what’s important to me. Things began to be “coincidentally”falling into place. I considered it to be synchronicity.

One of the first ways to become more aligned with your surroundings is to proactively find something to be grateful for. Notice miracles, notice the beauty that surrounds you. The universe emits the hightest frequency of love. As you express gratitude you quickly raise your vibrational frequency to that of the universe.

I personally become emotionally congested. I feel like anger and sadness linger in my chest, my guts, and my jaw. This can lead me to a downward spiral. All it takes is one feel-good moment to stop the momentum and change your energy. What brings you joy? The smell of cookies? Playing with your pup? Watching your baby sleep? Talking to your mother? What ever it is that might bring you a head change just for a moment will bring you back down to the earthy ground at your feet.

Be easy with yourself. It amazes me how horrible I can talk to myself in a negative situation. As soon as I start letting that seep in, I have to go into self protective mode. I cannot risk losing myself again. These thoughts are fear, they are human, they are anxiety. The encumber us all from time to time, and sometimes they can even be dibiltating. Forgive yourself for being human, and try again.

Shift your energy from fear to love.

What does that mean to you?

In the midst of all of this, the goal is to be true to yourself. Enrich your spirit. Feel your journey. Feel the world under your feet and the miracles all around you. Do not let anything dull your zest for life. It is too precious. It is too short. And YOU ARE ENOUGH.

“Integrity is choosing courage over comfort; choosing what is right over what is fun, fast, or easy; and choosing to practice our values rather than simply professing them”

Brene’ Brown

Recovery is not acceptance

Being complacent in life is inevitably going to lead to a stagnant slow death. Without reason to do more than just survive in life, you are accepting your life as it is. Why wouldn’t anyone want to move past a point in life that has left them feeling powerless and stuck?

If only it were that easy.

Hi, I’m Julie. I was assaulted.

Hi, I’m Julie. I’m an alcoholic.

Hi, I’m Julie. I was a victim of narcissistic abuse.

Hi, I’m Julie. I used to swim, but then I was a disappointment.

Hi, I’m Julie. I have liver disease.

I had years of feeling like I should warn people, or explain to them why I am the way I am. Then they would understand if I freaked out and started crying for no reason, or maybe I might have a panic attack and choke or get dry mouth, or what if they think I’m just a little strange. The anxiety was crippling and irrational.

My love affair with alcohol began.

When I drank I was able to simultaneously let my guard down and momentarily feel free from the load baring weight of my uncontrollable fear. Whether I chose to deal with something head on, or linger in the experience far too long, my brain lives there. My brain keeps me there, just in case. Retraining your brain to associate a feeling with something from the present that appeals to at least 3 of the five senses. This practice that can ultimately change the way your body reacts to stress. It makes sense that you have to retrain your chemical reactions to experiences in order to process new experiences and grow.

So today is Mother’s Day, 2021. It is May 9, and I have been on this path of recovery for 1 year 9 months, and 4 days. I showered, I drank coffee, I made my bed, and I was appreciated. Without change we cannot progress. We need to think beyond our fears and strive to continue becoming.

“Dissociation is the essence of trauma as it makes the experience split off and fragmented so that emotions, sounds, images, thoughts, and physical sensations related to the trauma take a life of their own. These fragments intrude into the present and are relived.”

Van Der Kolk,M.D., Bessel. The Body Keeps The Score, workbook, pg.14-15.. PookeTBooks, 2020.

Recovery is: setting boundaries and knowing your worth.

I have often felt like I would do ANYTHING to be accepted and loved. Without others to remind me of my worth, I lack confidence. This is something I can remember even as a small child. If I set a boundary, I felt bad about it, and often questioned myself for not sacrificing my needs to meet the needs of others. It seems it is all about perspective. We all want our time to be valued, we all want to be respected and not taken advantage of. It is not a limit of love, it is a limit of what you can and will tolerate.

This is where being sober changes things. I have to evaluate my life and those in it in a much different way. I have been toxic, I have been needy, I have been chaotic, especially in my drinking life. My emotional weaknesses were exacerbated and incredibly difficult to control. I have never trusted my own judgement and so I need a plethora of opinions on things before I can commit. I consider this to be flaw in the myself, and I have set a goal to clearly, soberly, and steadfast protect myself. I am non apologetic for admitting I need help. I will never apologize for that. It’s sad to me that we need boundaries. They feel like a thick layered warning label about who you are and what you expect from people.

Social Anxiety?

This is the drinkers first plight, at least it was for me. I went from a tongue tied awkward wall flower to the life of the party. Or so I thought, it was also a good way to put your best foot forward and then land right on your face. And believe me when I say, I have LITERALLY done this very thing, and I was long past knowing better.

As with anything, when you begin to feel comforted by your peers and you all share a common habit, it’s easy to live in the luxury of denial. The space where anything is still possible. A space in your head where you can live with things the way they are, in fact, you really can’t picture life any different. It’s not until you see the fear and love in the eyes of those around you, or even more shocking, when you see the fear in your own eyes.

Maybe it hasn’t done unrepairable damage yet.

Maybe I will be the exception.

Maybe I will forgive myself.

Maybe I won’t be any fun sober, (This irony that lies within this sentence is beyond measurement).

There are two chasms in time now, there is the “Pickled Julie,” followed by the magical and preferred time of “Non pickled Julie..?”

The eternal split.

I am not a fan of cliche’ advice. I do not adhere to the 12 steps, AA is not for me. Regardless of how you decide to approach your recovery, I believe that we can only grow and better ourselves if we are aware of our motives, our words, our thoughts, and our actions. I would like to see those attributes streamline into an integral part of my being. I have hopes that as time goes on and I continue to be conscious of my self talk and my boundaries with people, I will continually better myself and be more confident in how I handle situations.

Everything changes when you get sober.

I went into this with the understanding that some people may not play a role in my recovery. Today recovery is letting that be ok. My world will not collapse, the sun will come up, and the anxiety will fade. Friendship is not a one way street, and it’s not a dead end. Sometimes it’s not equal in giving, and sometimes it’s not equal in taking. It is ok when someone must exit and take a left on their own path of life. Perhaps one day, our paths will meet again. Right now, I must be selfish. I am growing roots, it’s a delicate place in my life cycle. I can only be grateful for those that have crossed my current path and those that have remained by my side. No one needs to hold me up, but I might just want someone to walk next to me sometimes.

I am not perfect, in fact, I absolutely abhor the word. Perfection is not only impossible (so how would we even know what it would look like?) but it is also subjective. I just want to appreciate myself, know myself, like myself, and DO BETTER!

“The secret of change to focus all your energy, not in fighting the old, but on building the new.”


It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. I was inching my way towards the reality of what I had become. The reality of my mortality, and the choices that lead me there.


Today. Today is May 3, 2021. It’s 7:54PM. In less than two weeks, I will be FOURTY THREE. I can look back on the years. Despite all promises and advice to keep moving forward.  I always look back.

I have let myself become a slave of my past.  In hopes of understanding, accountability, acceptance, and culpability, I only created more issues in how to deal with things and overcome them.  I resented it.  The self loathing and difficulties arising directly from my unhealthy coping mechanisms make a path straight to addiction impossible to ignore.  

Now, better late than never, I push off from here.  It has been one year, eight months, fourteen hours, 18….19 seconds and the rest of my life since my recovery from myself began.

I am a 43 year old child. I am a 43 year old that is terminal.

We are all terminal, they say.
Before you run, you must learn to walk, they say.
You don’t have to do it all at once, they say.
We are not our mistakes, they say.

I am a middle aged, over weight, financially dependent woman who still doesn’t know what she wants to be when she grows up.

I know what I don’t want.

I don’t want to walk the fine line.

I don’t want to approach the slippery slope.

I want to live.  

The biggest lie we are ever told is there is time.
Both feet on the ground, head up, tits up, proudly and cautiously MOVE FORWARD.

“If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading.”

-Gautama Buddha