What We Can Do

In July, 2015, I went to a women’s retreat in Tampa and I was asked by a fellow attendee with decades more experience than I have to develop a personal philosophy of recovery. At 2 years and 9 months without alcohol –  and continuing to be plagued by wishing to drink (with less frequency but too often to feel as if I can get on with my life) – my current philosophy of recovery is defined as “what can be done to keep me from drinking.”What we can do for ourselves and together

Since I work with others challenged by addiction, I’ve included “using” to mean using external sources rather than internal sources to handle our inner experiences: illegal substances or legal substances not as prescribed or intended; overeating or undereating food; people, relationships, sex, gambling, shopping, porn and/or other activities or processes.

I have used “we” rather than “I” because, while I am responsible for providing my own 24-7 addictions recovery care, alone, without the help of others? I drink.

Working Hypotheses

  • Pre-drinking or pre-using is a two-fold, heightened internal state: one of strong feelings perceived as unbearable – anxiety, fear, sorrow, pain, grief, loneliness, anger, rage, frustration, joy, agitation, boredom – and a sense of an inability to do anything about them – feeling helpless, hopeless, powerless, overwhelmed, useless, purposeless.
  • Some kind of dynamic exists between the self, addiction, consciousness/awareness/attention, and that heightened feeling state that can result in unconscious drinking or using. This is where will power, determination, commitment, working towards goals, or working to avoid consequences can fail. This is why that heightened internal state must be protected against at all times, at all costs.
  • The primary method we can use to help ease ourselves during heightened states of emotion is 1) become aware that we’re in the midst of that state, 2) calm ourselves just enough to be able to think and become aware of the judgmental statements we’re inwardly making to ourselves that are part of creating the state, 3) refute or transform those thoughts, then 4) further calm and reassure ourselves.
  • Accumulated, unresolved sessions with heightened feelings and negative thinking (“racing thoughts,” “spinning thoughts”) lead to relapse. To counter this power, we strive to find and equip ourselves with individual ways that help us prevent, resolve, work through, counter, or release strong feelings.
  • If we are experiencing strong feelings, most of the time it is not due to outside circumstances but due to inwardly brutalizing ourselves with judgmental self-talk, self-defeating beliefs, and/or pereceiving negative judgments from others, all of which are invoking shame. Brené Brown defines shame as “the intensely painful feeling or experience of believing that we are flawed and therefore unworthy of love and belonging – something we’ve experienced, done, or failed to do makes us unworthy of connection.” In contrast, guilt is “holding something we’ve done or failed to do up against our values and feeling psychological discomfort.” Brown offers this example from her TED talk: “Guilt: I’m sorry. I made a mistake. Shame: I’m sorry. I am a mistake.” (See Lifehacker on the difference between shame and guilt and why it matters.)


  • Wrest and liberate our true selves from the past. Address our family of origin issues.
  • Monitor, tolerate, and manage our feelings and thoughts in the present.
  • Occupy, engage and anchor our true selves in the present.
  • Connect with others with common purposes to feel a sense of belonging.
  • Nourish and grow relationships with ourselves and others.
  • Practice radical self-care.*
  • Move from “What is wrong with us?” to “How do we build better lives?”
  • Take time to come to terms with the past, acknowledge personal strengths and limitations, develop our own systems of beliefs and values, and become self-accepting and self-appreciative.


  • Accept the all-day, every-day nature of this endeavor.
  • Accept the need for on-going physical and emotional self-care to maintain the endurance necessary for the continual effort required to abstain.
  • Accept that healing ourselves will require initiating and maintaining healing relationships with ourselves and with supportive others. While no relationship is perfectly safe, we seek relationships with others with whom we feel worthy and receive enough support and enough safety most of the time.
  • Accept that we are not all-knowing, accept that what we’re thinking may not take all knowledge and all views and all possibilities into account, and consult with others about what we’re thinking before we take action. If we don’t want to tell someone what we’re thinking of doing, that’s a sign that we need to talk with someone about it.
  • Accept that we need help with what we can’t do for ourselves.

Moment-to-Moment Consciousness

  • Pause.
  • Become aware of feeling flooded with emotion – sometimes all we can do is name one of the “big four” feelings: mad, sad, glad, afraid – then reassure and calm ourselves just enough to unsoak the brain so we can think again. (Celebrate this mastery and self-control!)
  • Catch every single self-critical thought. Transform self-critical self-talk into realistic, supportive self-talk. Examples: Negative self-talk: “I am a loser.” Transformed: “I am trying.”
  • Catch every single awfulizing, castrophizing, worst-case-scenario-envisioning, self-alarming, self-terrorizing thought and challenge it. Example: “I am going to die from this!” Challenged: “Right now, I am okay.”
  • From the dire state of believing we are helpless to keep ourselves from feeling overwhelmed, move ourselves to a safer, more objective, discerning place. Example: First thought: “I can’t bear this!” Second thought: “Wow, look how strongly I’m feeling about this. It’s okay. I’ve made it through this before. I’ll make it this time, too.”

On-Going Consciousness

  • Talk about what we’re feeling, thinking and doing with multiple, supportive, trusted others to 1) discharge distress, 2) learn about ourselves as we self-disclose, 3) connect with others through mutual self-disclosure, 4) experience universality by learning of commonality, 5) experience the shame-healing power of non-judgmental acceptance by others.
  • Be a supportive, trustworthy, non-advisory, non-judgmental listener and reciprocate the healing benefits of sharing.
  • Recognize, anticipate, and plan for situations that might trigger drinking or using.
  • Avoid or limit time with people who call us to our pasts, call us to question our value, or trigger shame.
  • Avoid situations and places that might provide environmental cues, triggering a complex decision-making phenomenon over which we have little to no control. (Desensitization might be possible over time but may be impossible in the moment in early recovery.)
  • Use imagination for creative thinking rather than anxious thinking, for fantasizing about recovery experiences rather than drinking or using experiences.
  • Reach out to others to continue to build connections, networks, communities, and relationships.
  • Continue to seek, create, and be open to invitations to new memberships in new or existing communities which are supportive and cohesive.

Consciousness of High Sensitivity

  • Accept the possibility that we might have the characteristic beauties and burdens of being a highly sensitive person.
  • Accept we may have strong, instant, persistent reactivity – rather than discerning responsiveness – to the words and actions of others and to stimuli in our environments.
  • Accept we may have greater difficulty than others regulating our feelings and thoughts.
  • Accept we experience things so strongly – body sensations, body functions, feelings, thoughts, situations, events, smoke alarm beep! perfume! – that we may think we don’t have the capacity to contain the experience within ourselves. What others may experience as physical and emotional discomfort we experience as physical and emotional pain. We have to find individual ways to handle this acuteness. Otherwise, it may become unbearable (see first bullet point) and lead to drinking or using.
  • Be aware enough to put up boundaries between ourselves and difficult others to keep from “catching” their feelings in what could be, for us, risk of emotional “contagion.”
  • Accept we may have the tendency to project or displace our feelings onto others to lighten the load. Example: Internal experience: “I’m feeling like such a loser. Is he/she thinking I’m a loser?” Outward expression to another: “Why are you such a loser?”
  • With those in our inner circles, pre-plan and co-negotiate terms of engagement during heightened feelings states. If we slip and blame or accuse others of our own feelings and thoughts, apologize immediately to preserve personal integrity and to attempt to preserve the relationship.


  • In addition to substance use disorders, most people with addictions challenges struggle with the legacy of difficult early lives, trauma, and, frequently, acute levels of anxiety and/or depression. Many have co-occurring substance use disorders and mental illnesses. Luckily, what we can do for ourselves helps with all these conditions. But we have underlying reasons for why we drank or used. Addressing these reasons requires professional help.
  • We need to acknowledge and accept what we cannot do for ourselves by ourselves. Individually, we cannot be our own counselors, psychiatrists, physicians, pharmacists, nutritionists, sponsors, support groups, therapy groups, or communities.

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*Radical self-care includes extreme care and training for emotional and physical health, including nutrition, exercise, and sleep. We need to eat recovery-supporting foods in recovery-supporting amounts on a recovery-supporting schedule. We need to exercise and keep moving, i.e. avoid the couch unless meditating. We can ease our ways by accepting that sleep problems are normal for people in recovery and practice radical sleep hygiene to counteract the known challenges.

The opinions expressed here are mine and do not necessarily reflect the positions of my associates, clients, employers, friends or relatives.

The content of this post is for informational purposes only and is not a substitute for medical or professional advice. Consult a qualified health care professional for personalized medical and professional advice.

I Believe My Life Will Change on October 4

Due to the overwhelming registration responses we received, we have moved this event to a larger location.
News release from the Hazelden Betty Ford Institute for Recovery Advocacy, one of over 500 organizers of UNITE to Face Addiction, the rally in Washington, D.C., October 4, 2015, in support of addictions recovery

When I received an email from my workplace about UNITE to Face Addiction, I began to cry.

No more will I have to do this alone.

Today, I have been without a drink for 1000 days.

1000 Days Sober

They have been the worst 1000 days of my life.

Addiction occurs across a spectrum. Most people recover on their own. I am one of the ones who could not stop drinking on my own, no matter how hard I tried. I am one of the 1 in 15 who can stop drinking through support group attendance. I am also one of the ones who still wants to drink, no matter how hard I try.

That push-pull of want-don’t exhausts me.

But I think what wears me down the most is the feeling of not belonging anymore, and the belief I don’t deserve to. I experience my true self, my inner essence, as compromised by addiction. I feel like I got made into a discardable outlier and I’m trying to find a way to win back membership in the normal distribution. But no matter how hard I try to explain to people who don’t have what I have what it’s like to be me, I just don’t see understanding in their eyes. “Why didn’t you just stop?” “Why do you still have to go to meetings after all this time?” “You can do anything you put your mind to. You put your mind to it and stopped, right?” “Well, you’re okay now that you’ve stopped, right?” “Why can’t you just focus on the positive?”

“Why can’t you be back to the way you were, Anne?”

Oh, oh, if only I could.

With those I know who have what I have, my attempts to sort belief from knowledge about how to feel better and to get better are usually met with resistance, even reprimand. I understand the desperation to hold on to what seems to be working. The consequences of it not working are destruction. But beliefs aren’t helping me. I feel dangerously close to drinking again.

I wish I could find someone to talk to who also sought knowledge.

While I appreciate all the celebrities and public officials who are out about being in recovery from addiction, it’s these people who are sharing their faces and names and stories – who have what I have –  who give me hope.

I’m not idealistic. I think what they’re doing is risky, even dangerous. The fear of people with addiction – addicts and alcoholics – is usually experience-based. I’ve discouraged others in recovery from sharing. In their heart-of-hearts, no matter what they might say, most people believe addiction is a choice. If we wanted to change badly enough, we would. We might say we’re in recovery but the belief is that we could choose not to be at any time. That belief makes interaction with us risky. Hire me? Invite me over for dinner? Let me babysit your kids?

I believe I am suffering because I am under-treated for addiction. Once-per-week individual counseling and support group attendance is not enough to address what ails me, or what ails people who struggle with acute addiction. Many parents get a second mortgage on their homes to pay for rehab for their addicted children. My father hired a team of researchers, of which I was a member, to discover what addiction was, how to treat it, and who was offering that treatment so I could receive it. We found tragic lack of consensus and direction on any of those. Based on our research, I have cobbled together a treatment plan for myself and execute it the best I can. (I sleep each night with a teddy bear because addiction might be an attachment disorder.  What else can a girl in a small town do but everything she can?)

I believe the rally in Washington on October 4 will do wonders for the conversation about stigma and addiction.

What I need for it to do is wonders for the conversation about what truly treats addiction. I’m dying for a drink out here.

I cried so many times when I watched the film The Anonymous People. People like I am walking in local marches?! How brave! And one young woman flashed her sweatshirt at the camera with its one-word logo: Sober.

Words used to describe UNITE to Face Addiction and its mission include “ground-breaking,” “historic,” “transformative.”

Tomorrow night will be held a ground-breaking, historic, transformative event on the scale of a march on Washington in my small town – the first public event ever that celebrates addictions recovery. My boss is the leading advocate for addictions recovery in my small town. She always credits her team, but on this one, she made this event happen.

I ordered a logo-imprinted shirt to wear to her event. I’m trying to get up the courage to wear it to a support group meeting tonight. Some may celebrate with me. Some may accuse me of being the s-word. Out of respect for the reason we meet in secrecy – fear of the consequences of stigma – I will wear a coat over my shirt until I’m inside.

Tomorrow, if I can keep from drinking tonight, I will wear the t-shirt openly and with as much shame-confined pride as I can muster. Given what it’s like to be me, that I’m 1000 days without a drink makes me, well, an outlier. By all rights, according to all the numbers, I should have had a drink by now. I certainly have dreamed of it, longed for it.

On October 4, I will wear the t-shirt by myself while I’m home alone watching the TV, hoping some brave station will cover the brave march on Washington. Maybe after October 4, I’ll wear it to the grocery store or the gym. And maybe in 10 years, people like I am – one in ten Americans – won’t have to wear stand-up, stand-out t-shirts at all. They’ll be getting treatment that’s known to work and feeling better and getting better.

The opinions expressed here are mine and do not necessarily reflect the positions of my associates, clients, employers, friends or relatives.

And the Congregation Averted Its Eyes

Let’s see. To quote poet Peter Meinke, where was I “before everything got written so far wrong”?

Oh, yes. It was July, 2006, and I was finishing an internship in addictions counseling, completing a master’s degree in counseling, and packing up my little townhouse in Tampa for a move back to my hometown in Blacksburg, Virginia, where my parents still lived. My mother was ill, my attempts to live the life I thought I was supposed to live – a melding of Cinderella, Barbie and Betty Crocker – just hadn’t worked, and I was ready to head home, help my mother and father, and start a new life.

I felt solid and strong at 47 in a way I had not felt since college. In my late teens and early twenties, I felt as if I were living the truth of who I was.  I was raised in Blacksburg, home of Virginia Tech, and when I arrived as a student myself, I gloried in learning, reading, studying, writing, and discussing. I lived in the dormitories and ate in the dining halls all four years, surrounded by people my age. I asked the department secretary for a list of faculty members and systematically met with each one, adding check marks to my mimeographed list. My kind and smart boyfriend also treasured scholarship. I lived with connection, passion and peace.

Going to college was expected in my family, as was getting married. My boyfriend and I broke up during our senior year and I soon met and married a good man from Tampa and we moved there.

Having a family was expected as well. Three years into our marriage, we began to try to conceive a child. He was perfect. I was not. After a few years of fertility drugs and procedures, I became too heartbroken to try any more. Many marriages don’t survive the loss of a child. I immersed myself in my work as a teacher to move away from grief and I moved away from him as well. He hung in there heroically for many more years but we eventually divorced. I had been in Tampa and away from Blacksburg for 23 years.

But by July, 2006, I had faced my demons. I had been in counseling for childlessness and to recover from the divorce. I had self-confidence when things were going well and self-reassuring skills when they were not. I was ready to go home – to safety, to sanctuary, to a fresh start.

One month later, in August, 2006, I was at my new teaching job in a new school in lockdown with eighth graders while a fellow Blacksburg High School graduate escaped from prison and started shooting people on the town’s walking path.

A few days later, I was called to a meeting to learn that fellow teacher and family friend had been arrested for molesting children for thirty years.

Six months later, in February, 2007, an eighth grade student in the school system of which I am a graduate entered my classroom after the lesson had begun and, as he walked by me, shoved me off balance.

Two months later, on April 16, 2007, I was in lockdown for approximately eight hours with eighth grade students at my new school, a few miles from Virginia Tech, while a fellow Hokie shot our fellow Hokies and their teachers and himself.

Five months later, a student positioned himself in my classroom so only I could see and hear, looked me straight in the eye, and said in a low voice, “I’m going to shoot you.”

I was undone. Unlatched. Unclasped. I began to turn end over end over end.

. . . . .

I found the post below, dated October 10, 2012, on an old blog. I would have driven home from that event and had glass after glass after glass of wine. I didn’t stop drinking alcohol until December 28, 2012, almost three months later.

“…and the congregation averted its eyes.”
– J. K. Rowling, The Casual Vacancy

The woman in the photo could be a resident of Pagford, the fictional village in J. K. Rowling’s new novel The Casual Vacancy. The woman vibrates with ambivalence.  She hopes the bright pearls and bright smile will distract the photographer from her tear-reddened eyes, the loose, lined skin on her face, the way she clutches and offers mementos from her childhood as if they are precious and matter.

When the woman saw the photo online, she felt the horror of a realization had too late, fists clenched, arms shaking with the desperate wish for just one more moment to do something, anything to unback the car from the parking meter, to unpour the boiling water from the shattered glass pitcher, to unclose the car door on the child’s hand.

She wanted to save the elderly woman in the photo from the inevitable:  people will increasingly perceive her as inconsequential because she won’t have time to finish what she starts, or, more immediately, the strength, wits or wherewithal to do much of anything well.  The rah-rah about aging is darling but changes nothing of the truth that one is increasingly less than one was and dies in the end.

. . . . .

Only in the past few years have I heard the adage about fiction, “It may not be factual, but it’s true.”  I felt at home in Rowling’s Pagford, not because of its familiarity, but because of Rowling’s relentless candor.

I was raised in Blacksburg, Virginia, home of silence.  Of the two suicides of my classmates, two deaths by car wrecks, and deaths of three of their parents that occurred in the years I attended Margaret Beeks Elementary School and Blacksburg High School, not a word was spoken by my parents, by my teachers, or by my classmates.  The odd behavior of the swim club manager was not mentioned.  Faces of the “poor kids” in the class photos from my elementary school years were missing from my high school yearbook.  About loss and absence and its accompanying confusion and pain one did not speak in Blacksburg.

In Blacksburg, at Virginia Tech, I fell in love and married and moved away.  I expected to have a baby, stay home and raise the baby, have another baby, and live happily ever after as a family.  Only when I was unable to conceive a child and looked in anguish and bafflement at a future for which I had no ability did I see how silence had disabled me.  The pain was greater than I was.  I cannot remember the moment I first spoke, but only then did a slip of a self come forward.  Only then did I feel a chance to not be broken by pain.

Rowling’s characters break each other’s hearts.  They long to undo the undone.  Then they do again, blindly and knowingly.  They are alternately hurtful and calculating, brave and foolish, merciless and merciful.  They and I are one.  And they must, as I must – or choose not to – live with what what’s happened to us and with what we’ve done.

I find it excruciating at times to not be a member of the congregation, especially now that I’m back in Blacksburg, to not avert my eyes from the truth of who I am, from what I am feeling and thinking and remembering, from what I see when I look at what others feel, think and do or have done to them or have happen to them.  I can feel upset, weak, vulnerable, even traumatized at the time of the looking.  But I know, paradoxically, that I strengthen myself for what is and what will come from every truth I muscularly embrace.  I live as fully as I can, not partially.  On my deathbed, where it all must end, I will not regret not having tried to wholly live my life.  I will not regret my silence.

I am the ambivalent woman in the photo.

Photo credit:  Travis Williams for The Roanoke Times

Photo embedded from The Roanoke Times’s The Burgs flickr stream, part of the photo slide show accompanying Memories mark Blacksburg school’s milestone, October 6, 2012, The Roanoke Times.

And Am I Doomed to Relapse?

I am terrified of relapse.

In the past eight months, I personally and intimately witnessed five people beloved by me return to active addictive use of alcohol and other drugs. I witnessed anguish, suffering, bafflement and rage in magnitudes I have only before observed in documentaries on torture.

Detail from Woman Rising by Jackie HarderThe acts done and words said under the influence, and those undone and unsaid, resulted in immediate destruction in their personal lives and in the lives of others. Aftershocks continue.

It could easily happen to me. And, in spite of everything that went down, to them again, too.

  • While many people with substance use challenges do achieve abstinence or harm reduction on their own, most who need help relapse.
  • Asked later, many who relapse are unconscious of the first drink or first use that triggered addictive use.
  • Asked later, many who do stop again can identify some conscious moment that led them to seek help. Many who stop cannot remember asking for help. Many awaken in treatment settings or jails. Many are taken against their wills for help.
  • Most people with substance use challenges have experienced trauma which can lead to detached states of dissociation that can be remembered as unconsciousness.  Dissociation can be a separation of the self from reality so excruciating that it feels like the whole being will break, detachment so powerful that all the mental, emotional, social and spiritual tools one might possess are inaccessible.
  • Trauma episodes can happen without the person’s awareness, simply as a result of being startled.
  • Ergo, life can happen, a trauma episode can happen, dissociation can happen, and the substance – alcohol and other drugs – unconsciously, instinctively, automatically feels like the only way to save the self from shattering.

When I face these realities of addiction, these questions and unknowns in the context of myths and uncertainties, I feel helpless.

When I add scrutiny of my very best efforts to help the beloved people in my life not relapse – the same efforts I am attempting on my own behalf – and my wretched failure – I wonder if I, too, am doomed.

Doomed to be ineffectual in preventing suffering in my own life and in the lives of others?

Cower in my chair, fearing the terrorist attack within, waiting for the extraordinary odds in favor of me drinking again to finally explode me?

I refuse.

“I am only one, but I am one. I can’t do everything, but I can do something. The something I ought to do, I can do. And by the grace of God, I will.”
Edward Everett Hale, American author and Unitarian clergyman

I find it tragically preposterous that I earned a master’s degree in counseling – specializing in addictions treatment – at the age of 47, then began drinking problematically the next yearprobably addictively the year after. It’s inexplicable. And yet it happened.

What is addiction, how does it happen, and how can it be successfully treated, even cured? I yearn to have done no harm to myself or others in my efforts so far to define terms and seeks answers. Continue to seek? As a person who needs solutions, and loves people who need solutions, I see it as imperative that I do so.

Image: Detail from “Woman Rising” by Jackie Harder

The Unhelpful S-Word in Addictions Recovery


People with addictions are told that they are selfish, that the origin of their addictions is selfishness, and if they just weren’t so selfish, their addictions would go away.

Anne's SelfAs someone trying to recover from addiction to alcohol, as someone trying to help others recover from addictions, I find this concept a tragically counterproductive component of addictions recovery dogma. In the recovery community, when I challenge use of the “s-word” – selfishness as the origin of addiction – I am often reprimanded and offered the delightfully shaming double bind of being accused of being selfishly blind to my own selfishness!

Most people struggling with addiction actually suffer from the opposite of selfishness – not enough self, not enough ego strength (with its accompanying longing for human connection), not enough of what Dr. Nina Brown terms in her newest book “healthy and constructive adult narcissism.”

Brown asserts that possessing “healthy and constructive adult narcissism” is “actually an ideal state of being.” Its opposite is “self-absorption,” a problematic state of anger and fear to which she has devoted much of her researchShe writes that, if cultivated as part of “an individual’s growth and development,” attributes of healthy adult narcissism – a.k.a. “selfishness” – can, paradoxically, yield “an accompanying reduction of self-absorbed behaviors and attitudes.”

1. Shows empathy
Demonstrates the capacity to enter the world of the other person, to feel what that person is experiencing without losing the sense of self as being separate and distinct, and to accurately convey those feelings in words to the other person.

2. Creative
Uses the ability to provide new and novel initiatives in everyday life, to be flexible in thought and actions, and to make constructive use of imagination.

3. Exhibits appropriate sense of humor
Is able to see the humor in life’s absurdities and in events that are not harmful or shameful for others. Refuses to laugh at others’ unfortunate conditions. Does not use slurs, put-downs, or sarcasm and sees no humor in differences over which others have no control, such as race and gender.

4. Wisdom
Demonstrates through words and action an ability to capitalize on life experiences and to learn from mistakes made by self or others. Understands when and how to intervene, has confidence in self and confidence in others to take care of their needs, and has developed a sense of personal meaning and purpose for life but remains open to possibilities.

5. Self-reflective
Takes time to consider personal values and priorities before taking action. Also can engage in self-examination so as to reduce self-absorbed behaviors and attitudes. Does not automatically dismiss unpleasant feedback from others but can carefully consider the worth and value of this feedback without becoming narcissistically wounded or angry.

6. Beauty, wonder, and zest
Is able to see beauty and wonder in everyday life, appreciates the various forms in which they can appear, and searches for new expressions of them.

7. Balances self-care with care for others
Accepts appropriate responsibility for caring for self and for others; nurtures and cares for children, the elderly, and those who have a temprorary or lasting need for caring and nurturing. Can have others’ needs as priorities, when necessary, but can also distinguish between his own needs and priorities and those of others.

8. Emotionally expressive
Has and expresses a wide range and variety of emotions and can manage and contain intense and unpleasant emotions.

9. Recognizes separateness of self and others
Demonstrates an appreciation for others as being worthwhile, unique, and separate from oneself and as having the capability and responsibility for caring for themselves.

10. Cultivates resiliency
Deeply feels the impact of life’s negative events, takes stock of internal resources that can be used to foster self-efficacy, and uses these resources to help overcome life’s adversities.

11. Lives by a set of freely chosen values
Does not blindly accept the values proposed by others, even those that were a part of earlier development, but instead examines these and makes a conscious choice to accept or to reject them and seek out other values that are more fulfilling. Chooses and uses values to guide moral and ethical decision making and actions.

12. Altruistic
Can freely give to others when appropriate and does not expect reciprocity.

13. Initiates and maintains meaningful and enduring relationships
Has long-term friends…and is not exploitative of relationships.

14. Has strong and resilient psychological boundaries
Demonstrates an understanding of where self ends and others begin. Is not easily manipulated or bullied, does not engage in manipulative or bullying actions, and does not become enmeshed or overwhelmed by others’ emotions.

– excerpted from Nina W. Brown, Ed.D., LPC, Children of the Aging Self-Absorbed: A Guide to Coping with Difficult, Narcissistic Parents and Grandparents

If I am termed”selfish” for attempting to cultivate in myself Brown’s list of attributes of “healthy adult narcissism” – or for perhaps creating my own list  of attributes of “healthy adult narcissism for recovering Anne,” so be it. Truly, I think the problem is definition of terms – self, selfish, ego, egocentric – the list of imprecise words used in addictions recovery goes on and on.

I am increasingly falling in love with my life and the self who lives it. I don’t think anyone would begrudge me that, however selfish it might seem.

Image: “Anne’s Self” by Laurel Sindewald