“Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I” wrote US songwriter Lorenz Hart about the feeling of infatuation. It’s blissful and euphoric, as we all know. But it’s also addicting, messy and blinding. Without careful monitoring, its wild wind can rage through your life leaving you much like the lyrics of a country song: without a wife, […]
Figuring out the cause of a relapse, or even a rough spot bordering on relapse, is a bit like solving a riddle or working on a hard crossword puzzle. It’s like a long, dreaded hour in Advanced Calculus class (even though, you know, I never made it to that room). There are the new triggers. For me that’s grieving my recreational sport I so enjoyed–running–because I want to avoid a hip replacement at all cost. Reading my junior-high journals and processing those painful memories didn’t help. But there are the regulars, who lurk behind most of my dark patches…a denial of my illness, the misconception that I am the dirty-blonde version of Wonder Woman, and, of course, unrealistic expectations. I so appreciate your help navigating through this forest of fears. So, listen up for some of your own wisdom.