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.

You sound like someone ready for changes, and that's all good.

Hugs