My Truth

No Need to Compare. My Race My Pace. 

Another amazing thing about people in recovery…. there is no need to compare. My race, my pace!!! And everyone in the room is there to cheer me on. Lifting me up when I need it. Giving support when I need to rest. 

I’m just another clown on the bus. No better. No worse. Just busy running my race at my pace.  And cheering on my friends who are busy running their race……at their pace. Lifting them up when they need it. Giving them support when they need to rest. 

My goal is to continue to grow and be better than yesterday. 

About a year and a half ago, someone I know pretty well started to go to a 12 step group for a couple of weeks. Knowing that I was attending a group as well. A few weeks after he started, he stopped going and said to me, I am not as bad as the other people in the room. I said that’s too bad, maybe you should try a different time and you may find people you connect better with. No he said, I’m fine. I don’t have a problem like they do. 

Yeah you don’t have their problem, you have you own. I don’t say that, it’s not my place. He will figure it out, in his timing or he won’t. His race, his pace. Needless to say, we are not really friends any more. And that’s ok.  


We are all just clowns on the bus. Once we figure out that we are no better or no worse and that we are all running our own races, even if some are running the wrong way or not running at all…. it makes life better because we stop comparing ourselves to others.  We don’t think we are better or worse. We just are who we are. 

Keep running your race and I’ll be there cheering you on. No matter the pace. 

Work your program. BUT never work it alone. Have a sponsor, go to meetings, work the steps. Be around others in recovery. 

Working side by side others in recovery is magical and powerful.  Cheering them on. Lifting them up and being of support to them, makes me a better me and allows me to work a better program. 

My journey to serenity continues…

Thanks Google Images for the pic of the clowns and the bus 🤡🚌💕

My Truth

What Recovery Means to Me

I am a week away from my year anniversary from taking my Welcome Home chip from the Celebrate Recovery program.

I walked in my first meeting broken. Sad. Lonely. Heartbroken and confused on how this became my life. A week later, I took my first chip and I have not looked back. 

In the last 12 months I have: 

  • I attended weekly meetings for 51 weeks. I missed one week because I had bronchitis. 
  • I listened and learned from others stories.
  • I started this blog.
  • I shared every meeting. It was 5 minutes that no one could tell me what to do or help me fix my problem. They just listened without judgement. 
  • I cried as I realized I was not alone and there was an answer to why I acted the way I was. Everything started to make sense.
  • I got a sponsor. 
  • I filled my time with reading and answering tough questions to dig deep into my entire life.
  • I made time for Bible reading, meditation and prayer.
  • I taught my first lesson at a meeting on relapse prevention and creating a ‘tool box’
  • I joined a step study. It’s an 11 month commitment to working the steps with an amazing group of healing Sisters in Christ. 
  • I have worked steps 1-5
  • I have written my testimony and will be giving it next month.
  • I am attending a leader training one day session for Celebrate Recovery this month.


And I am not stopping. 
My journey to serenity continues…

My Truth

My identity…

A few weeks ago in my step study we were talking about our identity. The story of Jesus when he first asked the disciples to follow him came up. 

Matthew 4:18-21  

As Jesus was walking beside the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon called Peter and his brother Andrew. They were casting a net into the lake, for they were fishermen. “Come, follow me,” Jesus said, “and I will send you out to fish for people.” At once they left their nets and followed him. 

And how fishing was their lively hood and who they were. But how cool it is that they so quickly put their nets down and followed Jesus. 

Then we talked about our identity and how we are defined. I was reminded of the list of positive words that my sponsor had me write months earlier. 

One way we are identified is by our finger prints. So I combined my list of words that I wrote with some new truths of who I am and drew this finger print with the words written as affirmations. 

I love this. It fills me up in a way that nothing else can. Working the steps is so great for my soul. It’s an opportunity to grow and be in His word. It’s an opportunity to learn with other amazing faithfulled women. 


My journey to serenity continues…
This is my artwork. My words. Who I am.