Ramblings of A Recoverist

Ramblings of A Recoverist I am 45 years and holding, 19 year veteran of sobriety. I have been up down, high and low, and I take life ONE DAY, sometimes one hour at a time.
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Some days are easier than others, annd I STILL have very hard days.

07/17/2025

My words are orriginal, copy-written, and legally mine. Any copying, using, or passing them off as your own is against the law and can be prosecuted as plagiarism and theft.

The Wilderness
Calling, like whispers through the air
I see the fear and turn my eyes away, in the shadow
The roar of the River is enough to push me-
I drift.
In the wind my soul flies, to do anything and be anywhere but here
I do not wish to face it, I cannot look!
The voice is my fear.
It lies.
Courage is fleeting, bravery is lost.
I am weak, I cannot fight.
Into the depth, like a cloud consuming my wholeness.
The wind blows, again, again, a crisp word is spoken,
I hear it, singing to me now -rising me from the dirt, from the ashes I shake-
I turn, face the shadow
I scream!

This forest cannot have me!
I rise, I fight, I waver, I fall, I no longer fear.

The trees are mine to climb I see the horizon
Into the wind, I whisper, this place is mine…

07/04/2025
HEART-BREAKING
06/09/2025

HEART-BREAKING

It’s heartbreaking watching people choke back their tears, apologizing for feeling something real.

Who the hell made us believe that crying makes you weak? Who told you that showing emotion is some kind of flaw? That vulnerability is a liability? That being human is something to be ashamed of?

Let me tell you something—whoever fed you that lie was dead wrong. They were either broken themselves or too scared to face their own emotions, so they passed that fear onto you.

And I’m sorry you had to carry that. I’m sorry someone made you feel like you had to say “I’m sorry” for being hurt… for being overwhelmed… for being real.

You didn’t deserve that.

Feel it. Let it out. Tears don’t make you soft—they make you strong enough to feel the weight instead of numbing it.

It takes balls to cry. It takes courage to feel. It takes power to be honest about your pain.

So if you’re crying—don’t apologize. Don’t shrink. Don’t hide.

That emotion is your soul telling the truth. And the truth never needs to be silenced.

— j. anthony |

06/07/2025

I started this page to record my thoughts and feelings. As a way to track myself and my journey through this life of things as a human being. A recovering human being. Recovering from trauma and addiction, from abuse and mistreatment, mistrust and fear, and feelings of worthlessness.

So here I am- I have been made new. 🙏🏽💪🏼🙌🏼❤️ As of 6-5-2025 I am 19 years Sober. By the Grace of God, I am on the way to who I am suppose to be.

02/22/2025

Been working hard, keeping my chin up. Days go quick but weeks are long. My soul is tired, my mind is busy. My body feels old. Miles to go…Miles to go…

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04/28/2024

Facts

04/19/2024

Behavior is speaking the unspeakable…

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