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Last.Damn.Call
Have any skeletons in your closet? I do. Not as many I used to. I want to help you mold all those bones into one BIG-ASS scary skeleton. Now, take a tiny bone. Maybe a pinky finger. Make your peace, confess a wrong, admit a fault, apologize to someone, ask for forgiveness. Give that bone a proper burial. Say all the things you need to say. Wish it well. Say a prayer. Lay it to rest. Don’t try to bury the whole damn thing at once. That’s too much. Too overwhelming. My name is Lindsey Cox, and I am a recovering alcoholic. Through my life experiences, exploration of trauma, a boat load of excuses for my past behaviors, and lots of research, I want to help you bury all those nasty bones that haunt you on a daily basis. Maybe on an hourly basis. The intention of this blog is to help you heal from whatever Boogeyman lurks in the darkest corners of your life. From your past. From your present. Haunts your dreams. We can be grave diggers together down a dark, murky path, where there is indeed light peeking through at the other end.

Last.Damn.Call
Have any skeletons in your closet? I do. Not as many I used to. I want to help you mold

Skeletons in Your Closet
Have any? I do. Not as many as I used to. Mold all those bones into one BIG scary-ass skeleton.

Use Your Damn Blinker
Like most red-blooded Americans, my language becomes quite colorful when I am driving. Everyone except me is a moron. Or

What I Want to Be When I Grow Up
This quote by John Lennon has stuck with me for some time now. I found it especially interesting when I

Don’t Be a Bully
I started to write this with the intentions of using the title “Hurt People Hurt People.” But then I got

More, More, More
Is this the way you think about life? Always wanting more? For me, it was not only with addiction but

The Substitute Is Dead
Let me start with a spoiler alert. The sub, was indeed, not dead. It was a usual morning in the

Good Friday
(My testimony given at First Christian Church on 4/18/2025) Good morning. For those of you who don’t know me, my

Old Dog Teaching Old Tricks
If you haven’t lived it, you know someone who has. The father-son relationship as it relates to sports. Oh boy.

Some Sobering Statistics
(Now keep in mind, these are people and entities reporting, so there’s no real way to tell what the actual

Forgiveness
We discussed forgiveness tonight in our AA meeting. And I am really glad we did. Sometimes I forget the importance

Anxiety
Do you worry about worrying about things and then worry you aren’t worrying enough? It’s like that ignorant song stuck

Asking For Help
Again, a great topic was presented at a recent AA meeting. It was about asking for help. This hit home

Regrets
The general definition of regret is: a feeling of sadness or being disappointed (something that has happened or been done, especially a

Borrowing Happiness
I got to thinking today (shocker, right?) We have all heard of borrowing trouble as in don’t stick your nose

People, Places, and Things…Oh My!
Alcoholics and addicts relapse all the time. We hear about it in meetings, and we hear about it by word

Love is a Cattle Field
Remember that old Pat Benatar song “Love is a Battlefield?” I bet you do, and now it’s stuck in your

Seeing Yourself in Others
We all like to see our children and those around us acting in ways we find loving or kind. When

Beer and Beef
I decided to cook Italian Beef in the crockpot for tonight, and as I was gathering the ingredients at the

Being a Dry Drunk (Yes, this is a thing)
I had never heard this term before AA, and I never really gave it much thought. But yesterday I had

Don’t Not Drink in Front of Me
Yes, I used the double negative which is a big no-no in grammar, but whatever. I do have a point.

Stephen King and Me
Stephen King wrote, “Writing is not life, but I think that sometimes it can be a way back to life.”

Is It Odd or God?
Eli and I listened to a speaker this week at an AA meeting in Texas, and she made reference to

Admitting You Were Wrong
I don’t know anyone who enjoys admitting they were wrong about something. Waiving that flag of surrender and swallowing that

My First Sober Birthday
Oh, what to even say. How about I cannot remember my last sober birthday? From the time I turned 21

Finding Strength in Vulnerability
Have you ever felt that your responsibilities are more than you can bear? It’s so easy to feel isolated…

The Power of Community in Healing
Have you ever wondered why all the problems came your way? Are you all alone in battling with and..

Embracing Change: The Path to Recovery
Did you ever feel fearful or scared that change in anything might disturb you, even when you need it?…