So often we, as a collective human race, shy away from being completely honest with one another for fear that we will hurt someone in return. In all actuality, not being completely honest is more hindering than being honest. Because you see, in honesty- there is growth. There is opportunity, strength, betterment, teaching moments, laughter, and there is hope.
The play wasn’t over when you made your grand exit, but as they say in show business—the show must go on.
There are few things that are more frustrating than when I hear someone toss, “Oh my god I am so ADD right now” around like it's the next big thing, when really it’s just your excuse for why you weren’t paying attention. And quite frankly, as someone who has struggled with the ups and downs of ADD/ADHD, it’s pretty insulting. And don't even get me started on the whole "your friend’s, sister’s, cousin’s, dog’s owner has ADD/ADHD which gives you a free pass to use it" mentality.
There are some people who are "summer" people, some who love spring, those who “fall in love” with fall, and people who enjoy cozying up to winter; and then, there are those who (like myself) cannot get enough of the changing of the seasons—and couldn’t possibly pick just one.
In my earliest days of recovery, when I was the must gung-ho about turning a new leaf and writing a new chapter, there was a voice in the back of my head that kept telling me I wouldn’t succeed. It wasn’t telling me it was only a matter of time before I picked up another drink, but rather telling me that I would get this under control and be able to drink again one day. It romanticized my drinking and made me think of nights spent reading by a fireplace-glass of wine in hand, sitting oceanside with a tall, tropical drink I had yet to try, watching a baseball game, beer in hand, surrounded by laughing friends, and having (truly) just one Bloody Mary with the rest of the family Christmas morning.