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Post by Susan Peabody on Apr 14, 2016 16:55:16 GMT
My inner child Susie [concept from Eric Berne, in The Games People Play.] She, and my son Karl, are both my muse. She is both creative and wounded. Someday I will tell my story. My son has given me permission. In AA they have "high bottom" and "low bottom" according to how far your addiction progressed When it came to my love addiction things got pretty bad and I had to process all that over the years. It is progress not perfection. In 1995 I was diagnosed with PTSD.
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Post by Susan Peabody on Apr 14, 2016 16:56:07 GMT
People often ask me to write my autobiography, and so I think about it a lot. However, I have pretty much come to the conclusion that I would need a co-author. I can tell my story, like I have done many times in Alcoholics Anonymous, but writing it is different. You have to read it over and over again. You write words and they evolve into sentences and paragraphs. Then you massage it all until it takes form and you have a living, breathing something. This would be too painful for me. So I am waiting for someone to ask. Until then you will have to settle for dribs and drabs of data. When you write a blog you never know who out there is reading it, so as I do with everything I will turn it over to the “care” of God. (I bless AA for teaching me this and helping me learn to to do it.)
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Post by Susan Peabody on Apr 14, 2016 16:56:41 GMT
P.S. I date my recovery in Overeaters Anonymous and then Alcoholics Anonymous to November 7, 1982. I chose this date because it was on a Wednesday, and all I remember was that I spent the Wednesday before Thanksgiving in a room with others recovering from addiction. I was so serene. [See my book, The Art of Changing for some of my recovery story. Also, I am Kathy in my book Addiction to Love. I was my own case study because I had no clients back then, just students. I love talking about recovery. I still remember being mesmerized with the stories I heard in AA. Everyone had come so far. It gave me hope. And saying it out loud takes away the shame.
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