Before I go to bed at night I lay in bed and talk to my spirit guides and I ask them to introduce them self to me and tell me there names… So far all that’s come through to me repeatedly the same thing is the name Rebecca and oddly, the number 300…interesting stuff 
Hmm, yeah it’s pretty interesting (and a bit worrying
). This seems appropriate:
'Dreaming of a litter of kittens could mean you’re feeling swamped and need more fun, enjoyment, and relaxation in your life.
Dreaming of kittens could also mean that you’ve embarked on a new project or a chapter of your life that’s in a vulnerable state and requires nurturing’.


But there was also a load of stuff about being scared of women and it’s just too early in the morning to be reading about that 

It’s so unusual for me to remember dreams I had to write it down. Now I’ve looked into it I think I prefer it when I don’t 
Hello, hello, I am ready for vacation and bad weather. Just reading, yoga, doing whatever I feel like.
I recently deleted my profile here and am now back. I guess it was some kind of fucked up inner child discussion with my ego revolting in anger.
I wish everyone a good weekend.
Probably many of us have had a hissy fit and deleted app or profile, I know I have no judgment!
Good morning here’s to a Saturday filled with everything you want to make possible we just need to remind ourselves that we are not our thoughts. Checking in clean and free today.
Joy your day’s are really tallying up I love your positiveness always love Emma 




Hey @anon28001181 them days are really adding up again we must of went bk out around the same time, I’m 93 days bk after just getting over 5 months. Be proud of YASELF you have come so very far, my date when I finally hung up the gloves and was willing to say I was beat was the 24 th November, looking bk this time last year my heart was broken, I was stuffing anything in my mouth or arm to get away from self, so I need to remind myself when I feel I’m not going anywhere in my recovery that I’ve come such a long way in a year and I /we /us should be so proud of ourselves. X
An anxiety dream? When I have anxiety irl it seeps into my dreams like I keep failing an exam/course/whatever or I’m trying to reach somewhere but never able to do so.
Congrats on 50 of healing and courage.
Checking in on day 290. Feeling a bit down. Urges to drink. Like walking around in a bathrobe with a bottle of booze in my had urges…
just a bad day I guess.
400 days…
Your a warrior in my eyes, another person who I value on here. Your numbers give me strength to keep going even when I think ahh screw it. I look up people with a BIG number and I dig deep knowing I want those numbers and I want my sobriety to count.
Alcohol isn’t a solution for bad days. It’s hard to switch it off in our minds, because in the past alcohol was the solution for literally everything. It was reward and it was punishment. But it isn’t part of our lives, so we shouldn’t treat it as anything. It doesn’t exist for us any more, it’s gone. I know, how hard it is, but try to distract yourself. Just have a sober bad day. You’re doing great, hang tight!
809 days alcohol free. Happy saturday
- At Ms. Thirdmonkey’s bright and early. A ton of leaves, a ton of Acorns, a lot of mowing, some barn repair…then date night
I’m so sorry. 

Congrats on your making it past 1 year @C_8
I’m soooooo proud and happy for you!!!
400 Days!!! So many great numbers here and look at that savings!! Good stuff Lisa! 





Checking in sober, Day 291. Am hosting my AA home group online meeting this morning. Hope everyone is having a great weekend!!!
Checking in, day 40.
Taking time
We’re so much in a rush. The world is in a big rush to progress and earn more and all. But to what end for individuals? Why are we rushing through our days and weeks like this? You know what I think that all those craving people had to deal with today with such anxiety and hurry are reflection of the trend of our society to just rush into things.
Just this morning I slept in until almost 8 and felt like I’ve lost an hour, I had planned to wake up and work on some paper, but I am tired and do not feel like it. It’s a grey morning, raining, probably the last hot day of fall before winter cold kicks in for good. I’m still hearing some birds as I opened the windows to hear the rain falling on my porch. I pre-made the coffee every night so it’s ready in the morning for my girl which go to work, so I got the still hot left-over coffee cup - just perfect. And it just hit me, again, that feeling of not being productive, not being enough, performant. I know that’s all my stuff, but man I see it everywhere in every house and every day. Self-soothing is a learning thing.
Yesterday at the hospital I’ve accompanied one person who just learned that she might just have a couple of week left, when she was supposed to be there only for a couple of days. What she missed the most was to take her coffee on her porch, as she right now can’t go out of there and do not see anyone because of the pandemic protocol.
I don’t know, maybe being closer to people in end of life made me realize how much time is all we have, essentially. And as I’ve reflected a lot on cravings this week, I’ve come to realize that they are really a part of the rush to just go-go-go without taking time to sit and just be still. It doesn’t mean to do nothing, it doesn’t mean to stop taking care of yourself and other or the kids. For me it just mean that craving or unshelled feelings (which I think are the same) are yet to be understand and see as a proof we’re still living and having something to do with our own body and life. If they’re uncontrollable then you might have to work on it to find some peace, if they’re all you have then you might have to find a new passion or just anything to put your mind onto, if they’re controlling you then you might have to get help and sign up to a program; if they’re not there at all then you might have to find the meaning of your life - and all of those aren’t exclusive of the others.


