The Lies Anxiety Told Me and the Truths I Believed

My anxiety is a foe. I thought it was a friend. When we first met I didn’t even know its real name, Anxiety. I called it by what it wanted me to know: Protection. It had other endearing nicknames like, Responsible, Thoughtful, Precise, Reflective, Careful. It was years later I learned of its sneaky cousin,…

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Sober Instablam

I may not always take this stance, but this is where I am today and that is what I go by. Christina Lindvay I’m not an authority but I am in the community. And it’s a community that at its best can be uplifting and cohesive. A community I will praise over and over.   …

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Sobriety, White Supremacy, and the Power of Recovery

CW: Mentions of anti-Black behavior; violence; racism; white supremacy. I cannot, in good conscience, write about anything else right now. I cannot write without addressing what is currently taking place in the United States and around the world—what has been happening in the world for centuries. I can’t. I can’t write about anything else without…

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This is hard.

There’s so much I want to do right now and I’m having a hard time finding the time to do it with the little time I do have. And I know that’s a limiting belief–not enough time. Because I know that I will make time for the things that are really important to me. So…

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On Accessing Life

This is the greatest dance I’ll ever dance. I’m 34. I’m a mother, a teacher, a sober person. An aunt, a friend. I’m educated but under-schooled. A breakout and a recluse. All I really know is me and I’m still learning.

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A Sober Birthday

I remember we were sitting in an Eat’n Park booth. He asked if I was happy. I squirmed a little in my seat. This was just a friend and we were catching up over coffee. We were already accustomed to asking the hard questions and diving deep, but I still felt embarrassed to be honest,…

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