This was a really, really great podcast. Thank you so much. Really love the exploration of what grief recovery and addiction recovery might have in common, or how they overlap.
Thank you, Fran. I was truly moved by how generous Amanda was with me. It's very rare that someone can be so thoughtful about grief. The fact that she's benefited from the wisdom of rock stars (and Anderson Cooper) along the way made it one of my fav episodes. So thanks again, hope you check out more of them. -- ajd
5 years ago January of 2020, my dad had a brain aneurysm, fell down and hit his head. It nearly killed him, but it didnt and it rendered him permanently disabled, unable to form thoughts and sentences. I was 25 then.
A few years before that, my dad wanted to teach me about all the different savings and checkings accounts our family had, all the mutual funds, stocks, fixed deposits and a ton of different things.
I didnt want to listen to any of it.
We were always fighting, it was because of me. My guilt and shame and overall lack of self esteem made me extremely defensive and i always perceived condescension in my dads voice.
I dont know if it was real or imaginary. In the years since then, ive come to believe it was entirely imaginary.
We share this heaviness. I will tell you something weird -- since my father's death, I've become more forgiving of myself and him, and now we've become closer than ever. You can continue to heal, I promise.
This was a really, really great podcast. Thank you so much. Really love the exploration of what grief recovery and addiction recovery might have in common, or how they overlap.
Thank you, Fran. I was truly moved by how generous Amanda was with me. It's very rare that someone can be so thoughtful about grief. The fact that she's benefited from the wisdom of rock stars (and Anderson Cooper) along the way made it one of my fav episodes. So thanks again, hope you check out more of them. -- ajd
I have listened to a few so far! Thanks!
5 years ago January of 2020, my dad had a brain aneurysm, fell down and hit his head. It nearly killed him, but it didnt and it rendered him permanently disabled, unable to form thoughts and sentences. I was 25 then.
A few years before that, my dad wanted to teach me about all the different savings and checkings accounts our family had, all the mutual funds, stocks, fixed deposits and a ton of different things.
I didnt want to listen to any of it.
We were always fighting, it was because of me. My guilt and shame and overall lack of self esteem made me extremely defensive and i always perceived condescension in my dads voice.
I dont know if it was real or imaginary. In the years since then, ive come to believe it was entirely imaginary.
We were always at war and then his brain died.
We share this heaviness. I will tell you something weird -- since my father's death, I've become more forgiving of myself and him, and now we've become closer than ever. You can continue to heal, I promise.