The crisp air surrounded her, capturing her very being. Trapped in the tundra of her cold, empty space of existence, she shuttered and chattered there in the open field, the remote woods seemingly miles away from her gaze. No one would come to get her. No one would even know she was there alone, so isolated; her rescue was unforeseeable. Her limbs trembled as she stumbled over the rocky earth beneath her footsteps; her eyes grew weary and began to slowly close with exhaustion. She couldn’t take one more step toward the wooded space of protection.
Knees buckled as she collapsed there, the wind scraping against her once-upon-a-time pure princess flesh. The lines on her face now showed the hard rough edges that she had endured through the barrenness of her life. Lips cracked and torn like paper, her mouth longed to find refreshment and nourishment. The feeling had long…
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It’s been almost a week since the incident in our Al-Anon group. I’ve spent many hours praying, meditating and tapping to relieve myself of the trauma caused by your actions during our weekly meeting. It’s important for my own recovery that I become extremely clear on my thinking surrounding this incident as well as the motivation that prompts me to speak up. I’ve been haunted by the occurrence and my resulting reactions. Knowing myself well as I do, I work hard to clear these issues before speaking. It has been and will continue to be the best approach for me, to think before I speak.
But now, at this moment, I’m crystal clear on most of my emotions surrounding this and am ready to speak.
(In accordance to Al-Anon protocol, the members in this story remain confidential. I only identify them by first name and do not reveal…
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