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Breathless on crutches

Surprise part 11 of Alice’s blog from the hospital bed ‘Connecting to the mother keyboard.’ Covid on crutches! Four months on crutches and I am a pro. Now it’s time for the advanced stuff. THE CHALLENGE – COVID ON CRUTCHES. Could you ..yes you!….balance on one crutch and catch your covid vomit in a mugContinue reading “Breathless on crutches”

I’m only lonely -f-o-r- with the truth

It holds me…at arm’s length. Its charms are transitory. It smells Like a rat. It has one eye open waiting for when I open my eyes So I don’t look down there. The truth lies under the carpet. To avoid it, I am tripping high then low. I can forget it but I can’t stampContinue reading “I’m only lonely -f-o-r- with the truth”

Are you a grafter?

In part 3 of her blog series from the hospital bed ‘Connecting to the mother keyboard‘ Alice Smith wonders – Does God really love a trier? Try harder myth number 1. Try harder. Having been evicted from the teaching profession in 2015 – school teaching now officially being a Try Harder profession – I earnestlyContinue reading “Are you a grafter?”

Jesus loves me, loves me not

Heaven is full of echoes and Hell tastes of smoke and mistakes. Am I in Heaven or Hell? Where are you? Can I be in both with the backdrop endlessly flickering from one to the other through the chapters of my life? The edge of glory will trip me up, no doubt. Heaven is fullContinue reading “Jesus loves me, loves me not”

1826 no’s

1826 No’s Alice Smith on 5 years sober 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. 5 years sober. 1826 days. 1826 ways to say no. 1826 no’s to parties, invites, sex with strangers, ‘just one.’ 1826 no’s to family pressure, wearing that, saying this, climbing on tables, falling off tables. 1826 no’s to car parks at 3am,Continue reading “1826 no’s”

Compassion? Make that a double

Learning to be compassionate with ourselves in sobriety by Harry from 361 Sober Birmingham. Something I have been thinking about this week is trying to be compassionate to ourselves in sobriety. When I was drinking, I often used alcohol to drown out my inner critic. The voice that told me I was too loud, annoying,Continue reading “Compassion? Make that a double”