The only thing I know about my car is how to open the gas cap and fill up the tank. When I recently had to call roadside assistance, I didn’t even know how to open the hood as they requested. Instead, I pushed the button that raises the rear door so they would be able… Read More Why Do I Take Better Care of My Car Than My Body?
When I was a teen in the 70’s, my family would periodically visit friends of my parents. I so wished our family could be like them. They were happy and all got along. In 1995, early in recovery, I remember going to a meeting because I was very upset about something. I needed to be around… Read More When I Compare My Insides to Your Outsides
I began having massages earlier this year at the suggestion of several friends. Each time I went, it helped for a little while, though the massage itself was never what I would describe as relaxing. How could it be, when I was so tense all the time? Charlotte, my massage therapist, spent most of the… Read More My Body Told Me How Well I Am Doing