There’s something almost comical about being told to “get off the dance floor” when you didn’t even remember stepping onto it. One minute you’re minding your own business, the next you’re mid-twirl in a drama you never auditioned for. I have a friend who says this to me often. “Get off the dance floor.” At... Continue Reading →
Hope as a Codependent vs Hope as a Christian Hope wears two different faces depending on who is holding it. I know this all to well, with three failed toxic marriages. I hoped that if I did the right thing they would change. I did this with my children as well. If their behavior was... Continue Reading →
Taking a Stand… and Standing in it In my last blog, I wrote about taking a stand. For someone who is a recovering codependent, that is never easy. It requires intention, courage, and a willingness to be uncomfortable. There are moments when we have to strengthen that part of ourselves and simply say, “enough is... Continue Reading →
When Taking a Stand Feels Like Standing Alone I was doing great yesterday… right up until my phone rang. It wasn’t that kind of call. No tragedy, no emergency. Just unexpected. The kind that quietly shifts the ground beneath your feet without asking permission. A friend called to tell me about a meeting at a... Continue Reading →
Passage To Finding Me: Living With M.S. 