About My S Anon Recovery Path

I am the wife of a sex addict.

I am the daughter of two deceased alcoholics.

I am in S Anon recovery.

My husband is in SA.

My parents are in a safer better place for them.

This is my story, my thoughts, my feelings.

Because of how deeply personal this is, my name will be kept anonymous. This is not only to protect the innocent but also to protect the guilty. It is so that I can be free to share my deepest darkest thoughts and purge them out of me.

It is also my hope that my pathway to recovery is able to help those who are suffering in silence come out and get some fresh air. This disease is so much bigger than the groups that are supporting us. This disease is a silent, deadly killer of those affected by the disease and those who love them.

Not everything will be pretty. Some it quite dark. Prepare yourself before you read. I will share my hopes, my dreams, my fears and everything else that I go through during this recovery process. As I am at the beginning of it and I am told that recovery is at least 3 to 5 years plus a lifetime of living with the affects, this blog may go on for awhile.

I wish all us peace and safety in the darkness.

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28 Responses to “About My S Anon Recovery Path”

  1. 1 Mary

    I do appreciate your openness…I recently joined S-Anon and hoping once I get started working on the 12 steps that I will gain some clarity – and I do intend to be able to do the same thing as you – blog about your journey and be able to reach out to others.

    Thanks so much for putting yourself in such a vulnerable position of opening up about your journey.

    • Mary,

      I heard someone say as a welcome to S Anon and now I pass it on to you – Glad you are here, glad you found us, sorry that the price of admission was so high.

      I encourage you to work your steps with a sponsor instead of trying to go it alone. Going things alone is part of our own disease.

      I am here for any further conversations you wish to have. I am sending you my love and best wishes as you begin on this process.

  2. 3 Inna

    Thank you for sharing your pains and hopes. My husband is a sex addict, he wonted me to be the same, but I’m different. Than he just found someone else to go to the sex parties and use cocaine. After all my deepest love of my life was in ruin and I still do not know how long it will take for me to recover from it. He just left me with my pain… But I know I will feel better with time….

    If not I’ll find some help.

    • Inna,

      Please do not wait to find help. Carrying this pain and load by yourself is a huge burden and the support, love and guidance that is available at a S Anon meeting is life saving, life altering and a lifeline. Go to http://www.sanon.org to find support, local meetings for you so that you do not go through this alone.

      I pray that your husband finds what he needs if and when he is ready to heal. He is a sick man who is powerless over his addiction. That does not mean that he is not a good man. My husband is totally powerless over lust and the freedom and peace he is finding since he stopped trying to control his addiction and surrendering it is truly an amazing miracle. I hope that your husband can find that same peace.

      But regardless of what his path is, you can be safe, loved and supported. Feel free to reach out to me and share all that you need. You can be anonymous and supported here with me as well.

      I glad you reached out. I am glad you found me. I am sorry for the price of admission you had to pay to belong to this club.

      Be safe.
      Mysa

      • 5 Deanna

        My sa husband attended saa last year and quit we have been to marital counseling n counselor told him its all in his head and he’s got to quit. My sa says I went to counseling n cried to get counselor on my side. Seriously and he says it with a straight face. He told counselor that my tears about facing the disclosures we fake. Even when counselor assured sa my tears weren’t fake sa dismisses and ignores. I know im not to force sa into recovery but am going to anyway either RCA this Friday with me or he will have to move out. I need recovery and I cant be co addict without an addict. We are bout to head into year 2. And btw my sa isn’t cheating and never has, it’s all in my head like counselor told him. I don’t know how he projects with straight face but he does so it must be an illness. I’m hopeful for my healing journey to begin. Each day I try to focus on me not SA I even tanned the other day. I need to be healthy no matter where this ends. Good luck in your journey I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. I just finished reading “don’t call it love” by Patrick cranes! I have read many books for my healing for sa healing but until this book I never knew alot of facts. I highly recommend this book if you are searching for information. Alot of other books are general and hint but this book is great!!!!! Have a good day. Sun is out and I’m going to enjoy it for the first time in a very long time.

  3. 6 Mary

    Thank you so much for you sharing some of the deepest hurts and your walk with me…I feel somehow very connected to you … I am so glad you’ve opened up for us women that are too ashamed to deal with what we have. I’m hoping you’ll inspire me and give me the courage to go back to S-Anon. Thanks again.

    • Mary,
      I do hope you go back to S Anon. We are all suffering the same and there is hope, healing and even laughter in sharing the burden. I would be totally lost without my group.

      My husband just told me that he shared with one of his SA group members that I was a diehard S Anon member because I was married to a very sick man. He goes to SA because he is sick with his disease. I go to S Anon because I am sick with mine and I choose a sick man. Together we hope to heal together, grow together and be safe together.

      So far it is working miracles in my life.

      There are online meeting groups and phone in groups. There is support and you do not need to be isolated. The disease grows in the darkness of isolation. Our only hope of killing it is to bring it out into the light. Addiction can not thrive and grow within love and light.

      I am here for you too. We are all sisters in this recovery. You are free to share with me anytime.

      Be kind to yourself.
      Mysa

  4. 8 Sharon

    i really found the blogs helpful thank you very much

  5. 9 Jeanne C

    It has been ten years since my former husband’s sexual addiction became known to me. It was there all along, but putting a “name” to it, well all the pieces of my marriage and all the pain had a reason I could “blame.” When the sexual addiction came out, my husband was suddenly kind to me and professed sorrow and great love for me. It was a ruse. I left my husband, but not the pain, the anger, the bitterness. I know I need to let it go and forgive in the true sense of the word. I finally figured out that was what SANON means by serenity. I struggle deeply with the pain my chidren have so unfairly experienced. I struggle greatly with guilt…they suffered under my watch and I didn’t get them out of it. Obviously, I struggle with forgiving myself. I have gone to SANON meetings on and off. In the beginning, looking back, I stopped going because I and my children were not going to experience the pain….pure denial, I know, but somehow I felt if I didn’t go to the meetings, then we really wouldn’t be affected by the dynamics of sexual addiction in our family and probably especially my part in it. I faked it for many years, the outside picture looked great…..happy family, beautiful house, etc., etc, but inside was a whole different story. I just kept drifting through the pretense of my life, thinking by doing that my children would not be affected. At some point, I couldn’t do it anymore. Divorced my husband and thought by doing that, the pain would somehow magically end. Even I knew how crazy that thinking was, but I played Pollyanna to myself and willed it to be true. I know without a doubt that I need help. I just googled SANON and found this blog. Can I join? Not really sure how the whole blog thing works. Thank you.

    • 10 Mysa

      Hi Jeanne,

      Thank you for replying and sharing your story. I understand that thinking if he went away or if we moved or if this or if that would only be different is how we think we can end the pain. Unfortunately we can’t run from what is inside of us.

      You can heal this pain. You are not alone. You are more than welcome here and I know you are welcomed in your local S Anon group. I hope and pray that you find what you need to heal.

      I will keep you in my prayers, thoughts and heart.

      Mysa

      PS. I removed part of your name to protect your anonymity. If you post any further comments and want to remain anonymous I would suggest you do it from a different email address without fully disclosing your identity.

  6. 11 Cindy

    I am so happy that I stumbled upon your blog. What an amazing gift you possess in your words! I started at the beginning and have many pages to read, but so far, I feel like I am reading my own thoughts and feelings. It’s been nine months since I found out about my husbands SA and it has been a difficult journey, to say the least. As with my S-Anon group, I feel a sense of connection and safety here on your blog. Thank you for doing this and I wish you good luck in your recovery and hope that you continue to share for as long as you can!

    • 12 Mysa

      Hi Cindy,

      I am so glad that you found me too. Welcome to my world, the good, the bad and the ugly. I try to be open and honest but basically this blog is my journal and my processing my thoughts. Sometimes they are well thought out but mostly I just open my mind, put my hands on the keyboard and see what comes out. It is always raw and honest and really me.

      I hope you share your thoughts, feelings and experiences with me as well. I found this to be an amazing community that I have been blessed with.

      Mysa

  7. 13 Ursula

    After years of knowingly living with my husband’s sex addiction, I have finally drawn a line in the sand and decided that I am going to do whatever it is I have to do to get me better. I hope my husband comes along for the ride too, but I’m taking this journey with or without him.

    I attended my first S-Anon meeting last week. Reading the story of your first meeting made me laugh and cry all at the same time. That was me – convinced I was just going to go in there and listen, but bawling like a baby while I shared my story by the end.

    Thank you for sharing.

    • 14 Mysa

      Ursula,

      Welcome to S Anon. This is a fellowship that will welcome you and support you during your recovery. I do hope that your husband finds his own recovery path as well. There is just too much suffering in active addiction for everyone involved.

      You are not alone. Please feel free to share as you need or want to here. Thank you for sharing.

      Mysa

      PS. I have removed your email address from the comment because it appeared to have your last name in it. For the sake of anonymity and your privacy I would encourage you to use another email address if you do post on here. It allows you to be free to say what is in your heart without fear of being identified.

  8. 15 Frank

    My story
    I wanted to write this for two reasons. First, I find it cathartic to relate as clearly as possible as objectively as possible my journey from a self assured well- adjusted trusting mate to a suspicious angry sad emotional cripple and back. Part and parcel of that, is the fact that I never thought it could happen to me. Second, I wanted to relate the awful side of love addicts, the damage they do and why – for the benefit of their victims.

    They (the victims) ought not to feel the shame, humiliation and the guilt.. no doubt the pain is horrible enough a penalty for trusting the untrustworthy. In the addict, there is a reason for their madness and it is madness. One cannot fix another but one can understand that however grievously personal the pain is felt by the victim, the addict doesn’t do it maliciously or with intent of harm. The most apt analogy I can summon is that of a wounded animal that strikes out in pain. The love addict copes with his/her pain through acting out and the associated supporting albeit inappropriate behaviors. Unfortunately, the delivery system of the love addict is the conduit of trust. An alcoholic can stop drinking, the coke addict can stop snorting, and those who care about these addicts can assist by ensuring their drugs of choice are absent from their lives. How does one care or tolerate being around the love addict – where every statement is fraught with doubt, every feeling is suspect? Trust and truth are obliterated. In this regard, the love addict is the most evil of all. There is no justice for the victim. Every pregnant pause in conversation, every feeling expressed by the addict is learned to be heard as insincere and the unspoken question follows, “what aren’t you telling me?” The tragedy is that until the addict is found out, all the deceptions are viewed as truth and reality. By then, the unwitting is ensnared in a web of their own emotions and the real pain and descent into an emotional vortex ensues.
    Love addicts do what they do; lie, cheat, deceive, evade and destroy love, because they crave love but can’t tolerate the ultimate vulnerability of full emotional intimacy required to completely receive and to give love back. They mask their deep emotional injuries with fixes, brief encounters, brief relationships, superficial friendships just to get by. Their romantic relationships are more than casual but driven by drama. This is the salve on the wound a way to affirm what they may intellectually know: that they are good and lovable human beings, but that they don’t fully believe or feel good and lovable.
    I’m a 50 yo male – not that my age is of significance other than to indicate that I’m mature and experienced enough of life to have seen it all mostly or so I thought. I am comfortable in my own skin and have a healthy self awareness and confidence in who I am. I genuinely like the person I have become. I married at 35 got divorced 10 years later. No misdeeds or relationships crimes were involved, we just had drifted apart and happiness was no longer the binder of our relationship. I will say that I am a better man, father, friend, companion, and human being because of my past relationships especially my marriage. I do believe that I have evolved and matured into an ever greater loving, compassionate, and respectful partner, in short I am considered a good catch.
    I met S two years after my divorce, I hadn’t been interested in dating prior to that but I remember having the third restaurant meal of the day alone, saying to myself “this sucks”. That night, we met online and arranged to meet for coffee the next morning. We hit it off immediately. Chemistry, conversation, compatibility; check, check, check, all in synch. We made each other laugh. A simple “meet and greet” for coffee turned into a 4 hour brunch. We talked about our histories, political and religious views. We had daily conversations and soon we were spending all our free time together. I was enthralled and felt happy just being with her. She was inquisitive and a little guarded, but warmed up and was soon encouraging my affections. She told me very intimated details of her life, details that humbled me and honored me with her trust to divulge such personal events. Within two weeks we slept together and she was angry that we did. I couldn’t fathom why, since it was completely consensual. I commented on noticing that she regretted it and she said it was nothing. I didn’t make anything more of it.
    I admitted after three weeks that I was growing incredibly fond of her and I felt so content that it felt like “love” though I hesitated to use the word – she admitted the same. After 5 weeks, things started to cool off considerably. I heard slight criticisms, the way I dress, the foods I eat, opinions contrary to my own – as if to bait me into an argument. As an enlightened and caring man I asked if something was wrong. She told me she had been dumped by a boyfriend (of three years) 5 months before we met and that she was confused about her relationship with me. Maybe it was too fast too soon she postulated. She felt that maybe she was on a rebound and hadn’t really grieved the “ex”. She needed time and space to sort things out. She had a business relationship with the ex. and it was impossible for her not to come in contact with him. She assured me it was over; he dumped her and she had no intention of rekindling their personal involvement. Yet the ex was treating her better and she was conflicted.
    She said I was completely different, I was attentive, communicative, and treated her with respect. Now in all honesty, I’ve no claim to this woman and I understand that one must follow one’s heart and that I may get the fuzzy end of the lollipop. I was ok with it, should it play out that way – although not happy about it. But I figured I’m a great guy, and I can only be the person I am – ie “may the best man win”. Well, I did win or so she told me, but that she needed to slow down a bit because she felt she needed to completely sort out her emotions. The next day she said she had “the conversation” with the ex and that it was firmly over between them. A very odd statement considering she told me He dumped her (now 6 and a half months earlier). This was just one of the many statements that she would drop at times that just seemed odd or out of context. These statements gave me the clues to what was really going on which I only put together well after I was emotionally invested in her. Criticisms mounted and we had an argument over what I perceived as her fucking up a good thing. An awful fight ensued and we made up – but the other shoe dropped with a discussion a couple of days later focused upon my shortcomings. At the time, I was confused, am I being dumped? Mixed messages were everywhere? After a day of processing the “talk” I flatly asked Did we break-up? I didn’t get an answer just that she had problems with things she perceived about me. Now I recognize this as a manipulative mechanism for the addict to assume the control of the relationship. But being well adjusted and not fully vested emotionally, the mixed messages and deflections told me to walk, which I did.
    Addicts are masters of manipulation – they keep their secrets and control the tenor and tempo. When challenged with questions or obstacles they go on the offensive – often with outlandish accusations. They pick the facts that suite them. No grievance is too small or too ancient to be thrown into the current argument to take the focus off of themselves. They don’t fight fair.
    They suffer from terminal uniqueness; they are special, the rules don’t apply to them. They hide behind job responsibilities, family situations, the prerogative of a woman to change her mind – anything that will rationalize dismissing or avoiding personal accountability and their irrational behaviors. Missed dates, lateness, running off at a moments notice etc… these are all relatively benign insensitivities that are a part of our normal hectic world yet they are the normal events that the addict lives by. The addict thinks nothing of the consequences. Quite the opposite, one should feel thankful for the momentary presence that the addict grants us. Lying is pervasive and pointless. They will lie even if only the faintest notion of self-aggrandizement is possible. The will profess to rising before the sun to cast an aura of industry and discipline, they will lie about what they eat, or who they know etc… all to project an image of cultural and societal desirability. Gossip is common. They will introduce you their friends and proceed to tell you, all the friends most intimate and often embarrassing details. Ostensibly, to imply that they the addict is morally superior. The ultimate goal is to bolster their self image as attractive, admirable and important beings. Why would anyone want a relationship with such an unsavory person?
    The answer is no one, but one doesn’t know what one doesn’t know. Sarah is a thoroughly charming, kind, funny, smart, appealing woman in every facet – except emotional authenticity. She is exceptional in all outward appearances in thought and actions yet she is also clever and manipulative. She is not a bad woman she is a woman with intense but quiet desperation. She is extremely skilled at masking her true emotions

    That initial stage of the relationship ended when I felt that interest, emotions and honesty (which was my primary requirement) were not mutual. I walked away and told her that I felt that we wanted different things. 3 Months without contact ensued and one night a tearful S called. Professing her sorrow and regret, could she please see me. I agreed. A meeting time was set but the date was cancelled only to be rescheduled time and time and time again. A holiday party was scheduled, I was invited to which I was politely non committal. I was tempted, I missed her. To my mind no relationship is beyond repair if to people want to repair it. I decided not to go ultimately at the 11th hour. Instead I decided to treat myself to a nice dinner out. Midway through dinner the text messages started. In Sarah’s case texting is the preferred method of contact – its non confrontational, replies can be measured in context and content. We’d have hour long conversations via text. It started with “I was hoping to see you? Why didn’t you come? Ending with I need to see you, would you like company? I agreed. We met and two months later we were in love, passionately and mutually… then one morning over breakfast, the silly criticism started (over the kind of bread I bought). One led to another, to another. When challenged, she said she felt scared and panicked, and pulling away was just what she does… I asked why, because this is where we were last summer. She said that she didn’t want to talk about it – so I told her I wanted her her to leave.
    Moments later, I caved and apologized, I told her how much she meant to me and that it couldn’t be so great a problem that we couldn’t work it out. Things were fine. The next morning I stopped by her house before 7 with bagels and coffee. She wasn’t home. I called, but no answer . Via voicemail, I told her that I was calling to say good morning and see if she wanted to go to lunch, all the while I was sitting in her empty driveway at 6:45 on a beautiful spring Sunday morning. Six hours passed and she texted me saying her phone died previously and she didn’t have her charger. (Note to readers: absolutely no single parent of a teenage daughter who drives, is without a working phone.) She had mentioned that she was emergency babysitting her ex’s 4 year old. I knew then and there she’d spent the night and that our dating relationship once again was over. I loved this woman… Lies and deceipt were unimaginable to me, but the evidence was, … well, evident. I was starting to feel anguish. I told her I I needed more emotional honesty in a relationship. She stated that she needed to be by herself – but didn’t want me to go away. We decided not to date, but to remain connected. I didn’t want to go either but I wanted her to figure out what she wanted and I told her I could be patient and give her whatever time and space she needed. I was in it for the long haul I told myself – because I felt she was worth it. We were love interests without physical intimacy beyond holding hands. We were casually dating about once a week. We kept in touch nearly daily. Though I had a hard time going from passionately in love to casual dating, I wanted to give her the space she requested. One night over dinner she said she was going away for the weekend to be by herself and sort out things. Mere hours later she was driving to the mountains with the exboyfriend who, as it turns out, was never “ex” anything. I found out through clues, guesswork and confrontation. The platonic but close relationship had turned toxic for me. I gave her a choice, either take some time to be by herself and figure out what she wanted or I was through with her permanently. Being the grown-up I said “take a month, six month or a year but you have to truly be by yourself because you said this before”. Her response was “F*ck You Frank”. Had we not been in a public place I would have responded in kind. I kept my cool and held my tongue.
    The months of ensuing turmoil is less illustrative and only repetitive of bad behavior. A year and a half later, a thousand hours of brain activity, several thousand iphone minutes to siblings, and I felt used and bruised. The fullness of her character came to light – I’m sure I’ve only a glimpse of the full historical picture. I do know she created a list of her “unhealthy” relationships; some 30 or 40. I was offended to see my name at the bottom. Surely, I’d done nothing remotely unhealthy in the relationship.
    Once it turned toxic for me I ended it, – a healthy and normal response. This was the wrong perspective. These relationships or rather her role in these relationships was unhealthy for her. I never knew in what capacity exactly. In the end, I still don’t know what I meant to her, if anything. And this stings a bit still.
    She is in recovery now. But this is where it ends for me. In the year or so since she began, we’ve gotten together a handful of times for coffee and catch up. We briefly talk about feelings, but nothing has changed: she’s still evasive, secretive, and dishonest with me despite all we’ve gone through. She admitted that she lied to her sponsor about seeing me. This was a lightning bolt of reality to me. We no longer had a relationship – there was nothing to hide and she’s continuing to lie. I do know that working the program requires honesty. If she can’t be honest w/ her sponsor. She’s beyond hope. I gave up even wanting to know her.
    What I want in a relationship is a partner, full and equal. I don’t want to be a parent to my spouse. I don’t want a lifetime of lies and suspicion. I don’t want to have to censor my words or feelings for fear of triggering bad behavior. I want a relationship that is free and unconstrained by the imposition of predetermined boundaries. I want honesty and transparency. The addict I love is incapable of facilitating what I want. It is sad that I love her but I can’t love her. She is incapable of showing up emotionally and authentically.

    • 16 Shannon

      Thank you for sharing, Frank. I’m grateful for being able to read other people’s stories to help understand what has been going on in my relationship the past year. I’ve been in the same mindset that almost any relationship can be salvaged if two people are willing to work on things. Its taken seven months of repeating the same destructive cycles to finally figure out I have been dealing with a SLA. Sigh…

  9. I hope that you are still working on this site. I tried to look up where you were moving but didn’t see the new site. Do you have one? I just stumbled onto your site. My partner is dealing with sexual addiction and it has really taken its toll on both of us. Thank you so much for sharing this and being so open about it. Do you have another site and are you still working on this? If you could email me back I would greatly appreciate it. I would like to be able to ask someone else some questions about S-Anon. Thank you so much!

    • Hi Ryan,

      Yes I am still blogging. My new address is MyRecoveryPath.Wordpress.com The same address without the word S Anon. I was asked by the World Service office to remove S Anon from my blog address.

      Please come by and comment and we can have a conversation there.

      I look forward to your joining me on my healing journey.

      Mysa

  10. 19 Me

    Thank you so much for this blog. My husband and I have been struggling this disease for the past 14 years – married for 12. We started recovery 1 year ago after we finally were able to put and name to it. We had no idea it was an addiction. We’ve had our ups and downs many times. It’s so hard. Many times I just want to give up. Many times. I stay for the sake of my children, I stay for the sake of saving my marriage. I do love him. I just wish I felt it.

    • 20 Mysa

      Hi,

      Glad you have named this horrible disease. I found the hardest part was trying to figure out what was wrong, when the world was out of control but you couldn’t put your finger on what it was or where it was coming from. Once the addiction was named and we got over the shock of being a couple suffering through sex addiction, things became easier. We knew where the problems came from, we knew how to heal (although the healing process is so incredibly hard) and we knew we were not alone. I hope you find the same comfort.

      I have moved my blog to http://www.myrecoverypath.wordpress.com I hope to see you there.

      Wishing you peace and serenity.

      Mysa

  11. 21 Me

    This blog link doesn’t work.

  12. 23 Heather A.

    This is all so fresh for me and I am searching endlessly to find any help that will make an ounce of sense. My 11 yr old fell prey to my friend of 30 years/husband of 1. No touching but he video taped her while she slept and exposed himself. It was a cross he had to bear once caught. I am in the boon docks and the closest S Anon meeting is 4 hours away. Is there any help online that you know of. I can barely leave our home. Thank you.

    • 24 Mysa

      Heather,

      Yes there is help and hope. Please contact http://www.sanon.org They will connect you with daily call in meetings, online groups that meet, local people who can be there for you or those on the phone. Your distance away from a meeting does not prevent you from receiving help.

      I encourage you to reach out right away. Thinking of you.

      Mysa

  13. 25 Julia

    I am also so happy to find out about this blog. I have been in S Anon since May of 2011. I try to attend a meeting at least once a week even though the drive is an hour away. My husband has suffered from his sex addiction since he was around 8 years old, and my co-addictive problems, most likely, began when I was a toddler. My mother is a depressed narcissistic exhibitionist. My husband is a depressed narcissistic voyeur. I was used to those closest to me acting out in public with strangers. After nearly three years since I discovered his out-of-control porn habit I have finally given up ever trying to get him to be truly intimate with me. When the going gets tough, this tough guy gets going. He is incapable of sharing his feelings with me or anyone. This allows him to remain in his world of isolation. Sooner or later he will need to stare at a pretty young stranger for his version of contrived intimacy. I only hope that some time in my remaining life (I’m 60 years old) I will experience true intimacy. To be honest, my S Anon sponsor comes close. She is so wonderful, caring, but firm with me. After we talk I almost always fall to my knees in thankful prayer, and I have been an atheist my entire life. I’m amazed what this program has done to my spiritual life. Sadly, my emotional life is still unfulfilled. We have been married for 33 years and though we are politically and financially aligned ( we are also pretty good friends) I simply cannot trust him to express his feelings or emotionally get close to me. Tonight I have sadly decided to never go to the well again and drop the bucket for water that is not there. It’s like Lucy and the football. How very sad for him most of all. Anyway, thanks for this blog.

    • Julia,

      You are so right. Sex addiction is totally about running and not dealing with emotions. As you begin to break the patterns and change, there is a chance he may choose to heal as well. My husband is now over 2 years sober, he has done so much healing with therapists, drug rehabilitation, retreats etc that he is now starting to be able to cope emotionally, now he is beginning to come into himself and discover who he is. I wish the same kind of healing for you. I should mention that I have also done all that same healing – S Anon, therapists, retreats, women support groups, meditation, finding a relationship with God that I never had before and I too am now coming into myself.

      There is healing. There is hope. I hope that you do not give up until you find it. It is not an easy road but it is worth it.

      Big hugs,

      Mysa

  14. 27 Cynthia

    Where can I read your blog?


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