Ana Marie Cox Instagram – My mom died 12 years ago today. She was beautiful, smart, charming, and a thoroughly destructive (to self and others) alcoholic. That’s what killed her.
I don’t know how I thought I could write a book about our relationship quickly. Well, I do: I thought that I could think my way through it. I thought I could do the research and that would be the core of the book: talks with scientists about childhood trauma, a complete family tree.
I thought I could do all that work without my feelings distracting me. I thought I could use concentration and intellectual rigor in the place of feeling. I’ve been good at that.
But grief will be heard. It demands attention. Grief will surface with a vengeance whether you want it to or not. It will make you pay interest if you have ignored its bill.
So for a year and a half I have been feeling my way through it. I have not been writing as much as I thought I would… and slowly letting go of punishing myself for that. I have been trying to invite myself to write rather than making myself write.
So I invite you to write with me. Sunday at 1pm CT via Zoom, link to come. It’s a spontaneous invitation. The best kind.
UPDATE: Link! https://us02web.zoom.us/meeting/register/tZAucOmpqDkuH91I-ow9X0SCFA-sGq4i2YEC
(UPDATE: Link in bio, finally!)
It’s a follow up to my celebration of recovery last month (yes she died a month and a day after I got my first year sober). It’s also a celebration of recovery, but — if you like this topic — a celebration of allowing oneself to feel grief… the only way to an ongoing, forever-in-process recovery from it.
Join me just to be in community and support in the invitation to feel what demands to be felt. | Posted on 24/Apr/2024 20:42:04
