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SUNDAY
SUNDAY
I wish to share the words from a TV show that I am a fan of 'Truth Be Told' with the lovely Poppy Parnell (Octavia Spenser) who is a journalist-investigator- podcaster. In a recent episode, she talked about truth and I believe can be said about many different things including drinking- not-drinking-sobriety. CURATED extract from Podcast Script (Episode 10 Season 2) "When we think of things past down from generations, we often think of physical traits, you may have your mother's eyes or your father's smile, maybe think of family heirlooms treasured items collected and past down over time. But we can also inherit their pain, their mistakes, their trauma and the pain of the past often writes our future before we've even realised how. Like some silent inexorable punishment.
I've talked about the year that defined my life, my lost year…My choices, the consequences for my choices…We are people of substance, of flesh and bone, of fibre and liquids. We are only invisible when people refuse to see us and I'll add when we refuse to see our selves. Unfortunately the world is filled with invisible souls…… The stories we tell ourselves have consequences, those of us that are privileged to hold a platform, why waste our voices on a myth? I spent my life crafting the image of Poppy Parnell (please insert your name here) but my own myth no longer serves me, the further I ran, the further I got from my own truth. I let pain define me, but now I'm going home, I'm following my heart back to Oakland (please insert your sober tribe name here) to a family that will always ride with me and I am free to ride with them.
As Ellison wrote “When I discover who I am, I'll be free.” those words teach me how to go home again, how to see myself and how to be visible to those who truly matter. So, thank you for listening, I am Susan and I'd like you to reconsider." The myths we crafted whilst drinking were curated versions of ourselves. A version for work, for family, for friends and the outside the world pretty much all fake as to the amount we drank or when we drank. They were myths curated in the depths of a growing addiction that NEEDED us to erase moments, things and places from our minds if black-outs hadn't already blanked them out forever. The how we got up the stairs, the what we said, that gnawing fear within rising hour on hour after dawn broke - all of it repackaged to be presentable to the outside world, in fact,
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