Another facet of stinking thinking - for me - is the.. beleaguerment of abstinence from alcohol. Attacking that thing from all sides, and at all times, and expecting not to be totally consumed by it. Hmm...
My overwhelming desire to share my newfound and - to me - miraculous beliefs has started to again make me feel like I am out of place. Today I realized that I want to study cognitive-behavioral therapy. I think this might be my true calling, teaching, counseling, writing on these topics.. Silly to think of that right now, I'm so new to all of it, but I never felt this way about the nursing field, like I just wanted to stay immersed in it. I went way off topic here.