Two years ago in a Nepalese lake town, I got a lotus flower tattooed on my left wrist. Finally, I got my other wrist tattooed with the dharma wheel.
How heavy the weight of our resentments is! From childhood, our romantic relationships and friendships: we all carry them with us.
The nuance between admitting and accepting our flaws and past is a big point of contention in the recovery community. After I've combed through memory loss of my early childhood experiences and years lost through substance abuse, I was faced with a choice: am I going to admit to myself and others what happened to... Continue Reading →