Sean P. Muchler
Stories (2/0)
Nature Set Me Free...
It started out just like any another ordinary Monday in early winter 2020, when two drunks were on a drive, on the backroads of Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania. It was just me and my certified recovery specialist (CRS) chatting about old times. This time, however; we were on the road for our usual, weekly, 2-hour appointment because we couldn't go to any of our regular spots, due to the governor shutting everything down, in response to a rise in Covid-19 cases. I remember, it was cold and we weren't sure how we were going to have a productive meeting, since we couldn't sit across the table from each other, looking into each other's eyes, getting the full effect of one alcoholic helping the other. So, we had to just make due with driving along, with the hopes as to make our time worthwhile. He quickly fell into the setting and began sharing some memories of times in the past, when he would cruise this very road we were on (How fitting!). Somehow, in orderly fashion, he made his narrative relate to my recovery. He told me a lot that day, but there were three, unique parts to his chronicle, all involving a guy named Bo, which I now, feel like I know even though he died many years prior to my coming to the 12-step program.
By Sean P. Muchler3 years ago in Psyche
A Testament of Tenacity:
THE BEGINNING: My earliest childhood memory comes down to one tumultuous day, which I can recall vividly! This was probably the most infamous day of my life, which, conversely, is as memorable as the day my uncle told me we were going to Walt Disney World! It is the day that set into effect, every experience of my existence! It was the day I ran away from my mother's one bedroom apartment! She had been abusing me, like many times before. However, I told myself, this time was going to be different. I couldn't take it anymore! This was the last time! In crisis mode, my autonomic nervous system fully triggered, I was in fight or flight mode, and I chose flight! I ran down the steps of our second floor apartment, with my mother chasing me in a fit of rage, carrying a belt or coat hanger, whichever she had chosen that instance, to scourge me with! I had the advantage being much smaller and quicker than her, so I outran her.
By Sean P. Muchler3 years ago in Psyche