Friday, November 28, 2025

#Recovery, My Own, For Me

 


Recovery, the very word itself, is as a foreign language to those not participating in their own journeys.  An individual not ready to admit how the choices of their lives are negatively impacting them will find themselves at odds with the one seeking guidance out of their craziness.  Added to that,  seeing one break free from destruction may cause a conviction upon the other not in recovery, who therein reacts with anger and tactics to undermine the healer in attempt to get them to re-join the toxic pathway.



I have been on a journey of recovery since 2006 when I was first diagnosed with Bipolar 1.  In those early days, I found myself fearful of the label yet clung to it for some hope of answer.  I felt isolated from others due to my own doing as well as being surrounded by those not suffering from the throes of mental illness.  The term "mental illness" or any of its various diagnoses felt foreign and a death sentence.  In 2008, I found NAMI and other forms of support groups, low income therapy, and throughout left the feeling of isolation and began the recovery journey.

However, being part of a fundamentalist "evangelical" worldview plus not yet working on my codependent rescuing, left me with the inability to not make recovery about myself, leaving the others journeys their own.  I attempted multiple times, throughout all of my life but especially in the early days of recovery, to TELL people their issues, what was wrong, with the hopes of assisting only to be met with resistance, anger, loss of friendship.  

As time wore on further, I used this 'rescuing' and the knowledge earned from my insatiable desire to learn all things, that being psychology in recovery, as a means to set boundaries.  Labeling another to their face with a diagnosis was not acceptable according to my position.  Setting boundaries is not about fixing or changing the other, even punishing the other, it's caring for oneself in affirming how one's desire for respect.

Furthermore, setting boundaries is an act of love for oneself and others.  Recovery, in itself, is not about the other but the self healing.  In my journey at present, I seek to maintain the focus on myself, how others affect me, not to punish or change them, but how I may care for myself and assist in my soul's evolution.  Not to say that I am completely perfect in this self-work, that would defect the point of recovery (See Step One), rather I daily choose to come back to myself.  In the world of recovery, we say "progress not perfection".  For I cannot know truly what is in the mind of another, nor can they know mine, I can only choose to act in integrity of self love, doing my best to not react to toxicity, but also learning to stand for myself with an unshakable voice and inner stability. 

Never do I seek to close myself in the impacting of boundaries to the opportunity of healthy, honest conversations with those still in the throes of their own pain, but I do not pressure them in word or deed, force them into healing, rather as I focus on self, I put my assurance that truly others journey towards discovery of self is found in 'attraction, not evangelism".


In my recovery 
I’m a soldier at war 
I have broken down walls
 I defined 
I designed 
My recovery

Keep soaring 
Keep song-writing
 Keep soaring 
Keep song-writing
 My recovery




Thursday, November 27, 2025

Finding Gratitude In The Nostalgia #thanksgiving #gratitude #alltoowell

 


As I sit here on the other side of my Thanksgiving feast, thankful for the meal my partner so lovingly toiled over while himself feeling under the weather, I find myself in the repose of nostalgia.  Yesterday, as I busied myself with the doings of work and errands, my eyes fell on my other city dwellers as they made the same movements.  All the while, my mind was swirling with the memories flooding of Thanksgiving past, all of my life rushing upwards upon me in a wonder of brilliant clarity.  

Most notably, I am recalling how as a high schooler, the day following the turkey feast, I'd board a YMCA bus and head forth to the Pacific Regional Conference, a teen camp held over the Thanksgiving holiday during the nineties(my youth).  Excited I was for the experience and more importantly for the reuniting with my summer camp friends who I had not seen for three whole months...(laughable now when I count the decades of our absence from each other, if only we had a PRC now).  My mind flutters forward like the flickering of a slide show and I'm a college student finding my way home for the Thanksgiving feast, the airplane and bus ride back to my childhood bedroom, seeing the high school friends as we converse over beers milling where we are now, feeling somehow old in our early twenties, the warm feast around the dining room table, my mother's home cooked meal so vivid to me in the wake of losing her...

It all leads me to fall into the myriad maze of the "whatifs" of past misgivings.  The moments that were almost but then were not.  As I rode the bus to the YMCA camp, I tried whatever I could to seem aloof from the boy I maintained an active crush throughout our summer camp years only to have him return in our twenties to drunkenly profess his infatuation, then a moment at a cafe one cold December in 2004 that was an "almost but was not".  What if it had not been an almost but an actuality, I ask myself nearly to the brink of despair.

Then again, with the passing of my mother, I find myself nostalgic for the moments of my college angst-filled self making her way home for the Thanksgiving meal and weekend, all that transpired during those times.  The moments before the feast, during, after, bringing the new romantic partner home for the first time to meet the family and the nervousness behind such doing, the catching up with siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, the warm heart gathering from sleeping in late in your childhood bedroom, the reconnection with high school classmates...

As I walked through the grocery stores, I saw others busy with their preparing and felt a connection, seeing in them the nostalgic memory of past thanksgivings similar to mine.  In the darkness of the times we find ourselves, where division seems the given, finding the moment to delve into nostalgia recognizing our similarities within.  That is my gratitude.  

Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place 
And I can picture it after all these days 
And I know it’s long gone and that magic’s not here no more 
And I might be ok but I’m not fine at all… 
Cause there we are again on that Little town street 
You almost ran the red 
Cause you were looking over at me 
Wind in my hair, 
I was there 
I remember it all too well

Friday, November 21, 2025

How We Thrive: Author Ruth Wire "Never Give Up" #thrivingartists


Ruth Wire Playwright, Author Ruth Wire is an award-winning playwright, screenwriter, and poet. She also is a published short story writer and has written a radio play. Most of her stage plays have had productions and she has one script writing credit. With a composer, she has written over one-hundred song lyrics and produced a musical. She has published four novels and is working on her fifth, available for purchase on Amazon. She is a retired RN. She is divorced, widowed, has three children, and one grandchild. For more about Ruth, visit www.ruthwire.com

Tuesday, September 30, 2025

Journaling Thru The Years, Ep. 103: Happy Little Child #relivewithme #jo...


In this episode, I share two prose like entries from my college years and discuss or rather laugh at some of the silly symbolism....others I remark are actually kinda pretty. Links mentioned in video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gd9U3Dm442E&t=5s https://gofund.me/f5bc61a5

Friday, September 5, 2025

"Where There Is Hope, There Is Life" ~~Interview with author, Climate Mo...


Have you watched yet? Learn about the Climate Monologues!

Support our efforts to bring this necessary play to the Southern Oregon stage!

Wednesday, August 6, 2025

Deconstructing Calvary Chapel: All About Lonnie #lonnierayfrisbee #calva...


I am really excited about this video! Since leaving Calvary Chapel & deconstructing, I have heard a lot about Lonnie & wanted to know more about him. I enjoyed putting together this video & learning about this remarkable human!


Lonnie Frisbee, born on June 6, 1949, was a man with a myriad of passions, pursuits, and an innate talent and charisma. Lonnie's life was rocked by much tragedy and hardship, not only that of the church's abandonment and bigotry....Yet despite or because of this, Lonnie's influence saved much alive and caused the wide-spread of two very popular churches to this day.


#lonniefrisbee #queerchristian #hippiepreacher #calvarychapel #deconstructing #vineyardoffaith

Tuesday, July 29, 2025

My #Narcissist College Boyfriend #deconstruction #christiantrauma #journ...


This episode of Journaling Through The Years is lovingly dedicated to the memory of my mom, Cathy Anderson.

I share a 'prayer' written in the wee early days of my becoming a fundie Christian, as I share what my life was during that time, complete with a really bad boyfriend, and the mind control tactics of a 'mainstream church'. I discuss the tactics of narcissistic personality disorder and the best practices of dealing with such.

A Wiccan Reads The Bible, Ep 2: Philippians 3:13-14 #philippians #wicca...


In this episode, I read the scripture "Philippians 3:13-14", share how it was used within my church, how it affected me negatively~~how it can be weaponized versus how it can be of benefit, as the whole Bible can be weaponized for control or be a benefit.

Friday, June 27, 2025

In Your Own Backyard: Waldo, Oregon #waldooregon #ghosttown #southernore...


For my birthday this year, I visited what remains of the Oregon ghost town, Waldo, Oregon. This video shares the story of that which made the city, what it became, and what it is today.

#waldooregon #ghosttown #sailorsdiggins #goldrush #southernoregonhistory

DeConstructing Calvary Chapel-How It Began (Redo!) #calvarychapel #chuck...


Due to bad camera issues, I re-shot this video! I am happier with the results this time. I am hopeful that this series brings to light in a very open-hearted way the dark history & history surrounding one of the most mainstream influential conservative churches. Thanks for viewing!

Journaling Through The Years, Ep. 101--What is this story? #relivemychil...


I'm back...at long last, with another journaling through the years! In this episode, I read a strange little comic book report thing from my Junior year of high school and discuss how my classmates reaction affected me. Also, I have no idea what the book was we read, does it sound familiar to you? Let me know!

A Wiccan Reads The Bible--Ep One Reduex! #wiccan #biblestudy


Had a bad webcam last time I shot this, so I re-did it. I believe this is a really important series, as it will help re-examine the bible in a way that is not meant to control, demean, be harmful in anyway, but can show how the messages within are universal, figurative not literal, and a useful part of every-day life. The Bible, a holy book among many.


This episode: Psalm 46:10


#wiccan #biblestudy #holybible #psalms

Monday, April 28, 2025

Deconstructed Bible Study #deconstructed #exfundie #biblestudy


Hi! I'm a deconstructed ex-fundie xian who believes the bible is figurative & a holy book among many. That said, I believe we can still find some good life lessons & guidance within it's text. In these short series, I will read different passages & examine them in a way that is freer & less restrictive than the way I was taught & those like me who have left high control Christian organizations! Thanks for watching! Share your thoughts in the comment section!