My Emotional Sobriety Mainframe.
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> accountability.ps1
> recovery.ps1
> healing.ps1
I FINALLY ENDED THE INSANITY, GOT CLEAN, FOUND MY TRUTH, AND CHOSE LESS SUFFERING.
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> accountability.ps1
> recovery.ps1
> healing.ps1
I FINALLY ENDED THE INSANITY, GOT CLEAN, FOUND MY TRUTH, AND CHOSE LESS SUFFERING.
This is my story.
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"When you take accountability for the harms you caused, instead of denying them, you and the rest of the world will suffer less."-Norberto L. Moreno, III
Tag: radical acceptance
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August was the month accountability stopped being a concept and became a daily habit. Five farmers markets, eighteen pier sunsets, two hundred sixty miles of walking, and twenty one thousand six hundred TMS pulses later, I held people responsible for the harm they caused, did not accept their anger as a consequence, and came out…
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Today I told someone I bought flowers for that the sunflower always faces the sun, a metaphor almost identical to that of the bison. Earlier this year, I deleted a song because it hurt too much to hear, then danced to it again and found out grief was never something you delete, only something you…
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Pain means I still have a heart. It’s better to feel it than to be indifferent. A song, a video, and the truth that love doesn’t disappear when it changes, it just asks to be carried differently.
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I almost walked past a footpath that changed my whole month. Same beach, same stairs, same everything, until one small path I’d never noticed dropped me into a ravine I didn’t know existed. Turns out the dead end had the gold at the bottom of it the whole time, and so did the rest of…
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Farmers market cherries, a hug and sweet smiles from a sparkling ray of sunshine, a skirt that won in La Conner, and a twenty foot drop I didn’t fall into at Clayton Beach. A silly, fearless, unmasked 201st day of sobriety, and I am the captain of it.