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Angry:
Dead:
Crying:
Drink:
Err:
Meh: 
Money:
Ninja:
ShiftyNinja:
Retard:
Robot: 
RollingEyes:
“Yeah!”:
Today, I graduated from I.O.P.* at Grace Street Recovery in Lewiston, Maine. Yay! I officially don’t have to go back to the IOP meetings, but occaisionally I will go back there. Marty O’ Brien (the owner, head re-hab addictionologist at Grace Street) is AWESOME!! He’s 100% pure Irishman, speaks fluent Gaelic, and french. He gre up in Ottowa, Canada. He’s a world-traveler, writer, musician, and all-around cool guy. Marty is very respected by both the world, and the addicts that he treats.
I am so glad that I am done there because of all the time that I end-up using-up 5 HOURS per day of my time. I will still be getting my Suboxone from Dr. Earl Freeman, D.O. that works there at Grace Street, but in about 2 months I am going to be asking to begin the reverse-tarteration, to start “coming-down” off the shite.”

*I.O.P. = Intensive Outpatient Program
I just wanted to inform you all that as of Thursday, September 22nd, 2011 I will be graduating from I.O.P. Group. That’s in one more day, tomorrow. I’m by no means “over with”, I will be still attending Grace Street, but I will be doing my individual counseling shit for the next month, twice a week. Then I’ll switch again after that, to I believe to twice a month, or something like that. I’ll find out soon enough. It’s been going good, between Michelle, suboxone, and Grace Street, I have not used in 1 month and a half. (YAY!)
FAILURE:
People who say, “Failure is not an option” tend to fail more.
Failure, breeds failure, breeds, success.
“I AM wrong”.
Addiction takes us from ourselves.
When you relapse (fail) you feel guilty. Guilt and shame are the addict’s worse enemy.
Negotiate a relapse as failure, NOT as guilt and Shame.
Failure makes us feel like we are in LIMBO*
People who don’t have goals , don’t fail as often.
Addicts are marked with a scarlet Letter “A” (A for Addiction). A stigma. Stigma is throughout our society for many things. Addiction is no different.
We have an illness, a disease.
Look at the word dis-ease, disease, dis-ease, break it down dis means NOT, EASE means EASE or comfort.
Disease means to be not at ease or not at comfort with our selves.
Failure mostly comes from childhood failure and abuse (sexual, physical, mental, emotional, or all the above).
*See my entry on LIMBO.
LIMBO = Stuck. No chance to go up or down. To succeed or fail. JUST stuck.
Regret for the past, fear for the future.
Sanctuary:
A place of safety, a haven, a place that is “mine”
See also: Tirmann (Gaelic Word): Meaning place of sancuary, safety on church-land.
“You Americans are so frivolous, let everybody win.”
–Richard Wright
(This means you’re fighting the wrong battle. Put your focus elsewhere. And most importantly of all: NOT EVERYBODY WINS ).
“Broken-ness” is a metaphor for “broken” people; people we’ve “harmed”.
Reminders of Anger/Rage can be brought into “Broken” people’s lives. Into their relationships, and every other corner of their lives.
Learn to say NO.
“Stand-up for yourself”
Group last week and the week, and the week before consisted of filling-out lots and LOTS of TCU addict worksheets, to deal with emotions, important people, etc. Alot of mapping out of goals & stratigies. I met again with the EVER-RUNNING-LATE Dr. Earl Freeman, D.O. who is one of two doctors there at Grace Street. He just happens to be the doctor assigned to me. He’s the doctor that I get my suboxone from. Some of the things that Marty talks about are very-much in the “makes-fucking-sense” catagory.
….into the Future…

Yeah, that’s it. Everything is running in a cycle. Fuck-it. Just Fuck-it-all-to-Hell-you-*sonovawhoa. Seems like my whole life is **I.O.P., recovery, recovery, recovery, ad nauseum, ad infinitum…
That’s pretty-much it. I mean there’s more here and there, but I’m taking all the “little -bits” from the end of last week up until now.
Defined as an old school Maine (Mainer) saying meaning Son-of-a-Whore, or son of a whore. Just slang.
**I.O.P.
Intensive Out Patient
Defined as a form of drug and/or alcohol counseling. This for me is a 4 day per week program that lasts 3 hours per day, for a total of 12 hours per week.
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