Category Archives: AL-ANONISMS

letter from an addict – How To Love Your Drug-Addicted Adult Child

letter from an addict

If you love me, let me fall all by myself.  Don’t try to spread a net out to catch me, don’t throw a pillow under my a** to cushion the pain so I don’t have to feel it, don’t stand in the place I am going to land so that you can break the fall (allowing yourself to get hurt instead of me) … Let me fall as far down as my addiction is going to take me, let me walk the valley alone all by myself, let me reach the bottom of the pit … trust that there is a bottom there somewhere even if you can’t see it. The sooner you stop saving me from myself, stop rescuing me, trying to fix my broken-ness, trying to understand me to a fault, enabling me … The sooner you allow me to feel the loss and consequences, the burden of my addiction on my shoulders and not yours … the sooner I will arrive … and on time … just right where I need to be … me, alone, all by myself in the rubble of the lifestyle I lead

via letter from an addict – How To Love Your Drug-Addicted Adult Child.

via letter from an addict – How To Love Your Drug-Addicted Adult Child.

Alcohol removes inhibitions – like that scared little mouse who got drunk and shook his whiskers and shouted: “Now bring on that damn cat!”

– Eleanor Early

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Most people aren’t appreciated enough, and the bravest things we do in our lives are usually known only to ourselves. No one throws ticker tape on the man who chose to be faithful to his wife, on the lawyer who didn’t take the drug money.

– Peggy Noonan

The sheep are yarded, an’ I sit Beside the fire an’ poke at it. Far from talk an’ booze o’ men Glad, I’m glad I’m back agen. The Old Black Billy and Me. Louis Esson.


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She had the loaded handbag of someone who camps out and seldom goes home, or who imagines life must be full of emergencies.
-Mavis Gallant

We mustn’t make the mistake of thinking we can heal our alcoholic/addict parent. That is up to them, and them alone

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Above all, some days you don’t care what becomes of papa. Better have him come to some harm than to harm someone else, you say grimly or philosophically, according to your mood. The quick sympathy, the feeling of tenderness, when he becomes sober and penitent, is gone. It seems kind of good. Enough to feel sorry for yourself and the children without feeling sorry for papa. You tear out of your heart the image of the man he might have been – the man he was. Like having a tooth pulled, it’s hard, but a relief.

“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.”

 ― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
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By Brittany
Most days I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs,
I want my mother back who is this monster you have become?

Some people are so little respected, that it does not much matter whether they live or die.

"A Dictionary of Kashmiri Proverbs & Sayings: Explained and Illustrated from …"


None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.


foto – raleigh 2010 front paddocks

We all grow up with the weight of history on us. Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiralling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell of our bodies. Shirley Abbott


My Daddy

by Ashley

When you’re little
you don’t know what to say
when your daddy
comes home stoned everyday

foto-lorikeet in ulladulla 2010

What’s yours is mine, what’s mine’s my mine. A maxim occasionally adopted by a selfish husband to enable him to distinguish his own property from that of his wife.


Many ane kens the gude fellow that disna ken the gude fellow’s wife.

The reason being that he is a "gude fellow" only when abroad or in the taproom, and not when he is at home.

"The proverbs of Scotland; with explanatory and illustrative notes, and a glossary"

foto – home in bilambil 2009