The word recovery can be taken literally or figuratively.
Recovery can be the result of finding something you’ve lost, like salvaging relics from a sunken ship.
In my case, the recovery process began in 1986, when I was 26. Recovery became a spiritual goal to regain what I’d once feared was lost; a part of me that was too far gone to ever resurface.
Recovery began to unfold naturally when I became reacquainted with the young woman God created me to be. Forgiveness of myself and others was an integral part of the process.
Since I’m writing a lot about recovery these days, it’s timely to see the government agency known as SAMHSA or Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration, designating September as the month for us all to become more aware of the impact recovery can have. I’m here to testify.
My brother John, with whom I had a twin-like closeness growing up, did not live long enough to experience his recovery. Instead, the authorities recovered his body, floating dead in a river for two weeks before anyone knew he was missing. John drowned when he was 23, after a long history of drug abuse.
I devote my new memoir, “As a Result” to John and to all those we’ve lost too soon. My book is set for release October 1st.
Too many of our young people are dying from the effects of substance abuse. I’m one of the miracles who has survived and been made whole, and I hope to celebrate 33 years of sobriety in January. In addition to recovering from alcoholism and it’s effects, I’ve experienced recovery from different types of grief (each loss has required its own time to heal) plus, a restored marriage (we just celebrated 40 years, by the grace of God) and I keep renewing my sense of hope and my zest for life, even while having to face life’s difficulties without a substance in my system, as we say, “living life on life’s terms.”
There are many more roads to recovery today than ever before. I highlight many of them on this website. Browse around and make yourself at home. I look forward to your feedback.