How’s your self-care? Each time I have an initial consult with a self-care client, one of the questions I ask is, “What are you doing for your self-care right now?” Most of the time, when people come to me it’s because they either have no clue where to begin, or they think they’ve tried it […]
When I was twelve, I fell off my bike and broke my arm. And do you know the craziest thing? People who have met me later in life have no idea that it happened. Not my boss, not my children, not my co-workers. I don’t think even my wife knew about it until I wrote […]
Understanding your growth sweet spot is difficult. So I consulted three of my friends who have experienced a significant recovery and asked them about how they have discovered their personal growth sweet spot. The one thing that I learned is that understanding your personal sweet spot is just that: personal. No one else can tell […]
Shame can erode your confidence and self-worth, your desire to connect meaningfully with your friends and family. It will set up a destructive cycle of comparison, competition and unhealthy coping. Join me for these 4 common lies on The Good Men Project. Just click here. If you feel that shame is holding you back, let’s […]
In the early days of recovery, it feels like you have such little control over anything. But self-care makes recovery possible.
Those who found me thought it was a murder scene. Apparently the pink Benadryl pills, along with the tens of thousands of other milligrams of prescriptions and over-the-counter medications I took, made it look like blood. They thought I was dead and I should have been. I wanted to be. I had been unconscious nearly twelve hours.
The one flash I have of coming to was being transferred by the medical personnel from the gurney to the hospital bed. Everything was colored white except the navy of the nurse’s scrubs. I’m assuming it was in the ER.
I remember them cutting my clothes off and it was all like a nightmare. I couldn’t respond but I remember them counting, 1…2…3… before lifting me up and over. And what emotion do I remember from that? Shame. Ashamed of being naked. I had never been more vulnerable.