Melissa Steussy
Bio
Author of Let Your Privates Breathe-Breaking the Cycle of Addiction and Family Dysfunction. Available at The Black Hat Press:
https://www.theblackhatpress.com/bookshop/p/let-your-privates-breathe
Stories (81/0)
I’m an Adult Child of an Alcoholic,
When your husband holds your hand and says, “It's going to be okay, I am here for you.” Sometimes we need to get outside help. It’s been hard to admit but even since writing a book about breaking the cycle of addiction and family dysfunction, I am not healed yet. That’s the way it goes though, is it not? When the student is ready the teacher appears, or some shit like that.
By Melissa Steussy2 years ago in Psyche
- Top Story - December 2021
Are You Okay?Top Story - December 2021
We would never say that, would we? I mean, no one has ever said it to me. Maybe as depressed people, we keep our persona up of being okay when we are around others. We try to mask the void we feel in our hearts and minds. We try to get dressed and show up, we try to smile meekly even though we feel dead inside.
By Melissa Steussy2 years ago in Psyche
I Broke a Cycle
I’m a 45-year-old woman whose kids have never seen her drink. They have never seen her fall off her chair or down the stairs. They have never had to rescue her after a night at the bar or intervene while she got in a drunken brawl with some stranger.
By Melissa Steussy2 years ago in Poets
Why Do I Have Such a Hard Time Accepting Others Differences?
“Human beings, especially those who differ from us, are unpredictable and hard to control. And so, our need to control our environment – which includes other people – may make it hard for us to accept people who don't behave in the way we want them to. Of course, our prejudices also play an important part” Dumblittleman
By Melissa Steussy2 years ago in Humans
I’m in Recovery
Let me premise this to say that I have lived a couple of decades without drugs and alcohol in my body. Don’t feel sorry for me yet. I used plenty to excess and had all of the same nights I don’t remember, waking up in strange beds, doing things I regret, and even getting handcuffed in the back of a cop car. Drinking literally “fu^&$d” me up from my first drink, but I sometimes still crave that feeling of sinking into oblivion where my brain starts to turn off, my inhibitions come down and I even begin to laugh; not tied down by my own serious, catastrophizing mind.
By Melissa Steussy2 years ago in Psyche