aasharon90

Hi Im Sharon and Im an Alcoholic.

I entered Rehab back in 1990 via
the back seat of a police car as
a result of a family intervention.

My family did for me what I couldnt
possibly do for myself. For that im
truely grateful.

Rehab set me on the path of recovery
learning to live life one day a time
by living the 12 steps provided to
me thru the program of Alcoholics
Anonymous.

Today some 18 yrs down the road
I can honestly say Im living happy
joyous and free as a result of my
open-mindedness. willingness and
honesty.


HOME SICK?

I knew the feeling. Been there. I
relocated to Houston for some
10 yrs with my little family to offer
them more opportunities in life to
grow and mature.

The move was a plus for them as
they did took all that was offered
to them and grew into 2 mature
awesome little adults.

For me, i was miserable, sad, unhappy,
resentful that i had to leave my
comfort zone .

However i look back now and see
that it was necessary for change
for me in order that i grow in recovery.

Its not to say i liked it, yet the move
allowed me to appreciate what i left
behind.

3 yrs ago i had the opportunity
to return home to Baton Rouge
via a job interview and thus was
accepted. I left my unhappy marriage
and have returned to my awesome
home town and now remarried
to a wonderful man.

Dont get me wrong about Houston.
It is a terrific place to live if u
like the city life with all its aminities.
Me i dont need lots of everything.
Simplicitiy is just right for me.

Today I have a HOME...not just
a house to live in. Its filled with
love, trust and honesty and sobriety.

Today im no longer home sick.


Are you home sick? Where did u move
to? And where is home for you?

Aysha

Its funny you bring this up. I just ranted in your pool thread about missing FL.
And this also brings up something I was thinking from Toomutch's thread the other day about theres no place like home.

I will always call Florida my home. The beaches..the ocean..the warm tropical weather. I grew up there. Its what I know. What I crave. But I think now. That the best thing that could have happened was for us to move to Ny around my family.
It was only me and my grandparents down there. Everyone else is here in NY.
And if we would have stayed. I surely would be dead or locked up doing some serious time. That was the path I was on.
Not that it didnt change when I got here. But it did a little.

Although I will always call FL my home. And miss it very much. I dont know if I would ever go back there to live.

As far as a home...Anywhere my family is ..Thats where I call home as well.
It could be in a cardboard box. But if my family is there. Its home.
I hate NY. I always have. But I wouldnt stand a chance in FL by myself.

So My true home is here..In cold crappy upstate NY ..But my family makes it the best place in the world.

Freedom1990

Well, I left 'home' (where I grew up) at age 18, and I was a train wreck waiting to happen for the next 10 years! I had moved to a small city after getting married (I was from a small agricultural town), and drank/drugged myself to the brink of death, and at age 28 entered rehab in another small agricultural town eerily similar to the one I grew up in, and about 2 hours from my 'new home' of 10 years.

God works in mysterious ways, and I never did go back to that small city because the current hubby at that time (#2) was also a meth addict/alcoholic, had gone through rehab right before me, went right back to using, was violent and psychotic, and I started my life over in the new little small agricultural town where I went through rehab.

It was a great place to raise kids. 22+ years later I'm still in the same town. I have one heck of a recovery support network. Both daughters are grown now. I'm finally finishing up my college degree, and it truly is home, but then for me, home is where the heart is!