Epiphany?
My son has always said that I "talk too much." I say the same thing, over and over. My husband agrees. I agree. But until last night, I couldnt see why.
I used to think it was because my son wouldn't listen to me when I talked--whether it was to take out the garbage or to talk about his behavior or drug use.
Now I know it's because my talking reduced my own anxiety. I talked to help me, when I thought I talked to "help" him, or because he frustrated me.
I am working on saying what I mean, meaning what I say, and saying something once, and no more.
The rules of the house will help me. All I have to do is refer to the rules and, if necessary, give a conseuence.
I also want to take care of me--and that means seeking out people to talk to, getting support.
Wow. I love sobriety. You really do learn something new every day.
I'm thankful to be alive and sober, and to have found these boards.