IZZY’S PLACE IN THE FOREST
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BROKEN BENCHES
AND HERE ARE THE REASONS I HAVE BEEN SO ABSENT FROM POSTING.
MY MAN DIED ON 21 JUNE 2014. RAN OFF INTO THE FOREST ON HIS MORNING RUN AND NEVER CAME HOME AGAIN.
1988 – BONDI DAYS
In 1988 , I was in the Half way House at Bondi up until October. It was a wonderful time. I got a job down atg Bondi Beach at Adeles selling souvenirs and beachwear in Hall Street and I had a lover who drove fancy cars. I was a Meetings fanatic and swam, tanned ate out and general;y healed from the harsh years. Then in October, the Kids were returned to me and I took a small flat in South Bondi. They went to Wellington Street School and life burst into Colour. Tough times and extreme poverty but quite wonderful. I was clean and sober.
1987 – EVERYTHING CHANGES
The worst and the best. In 1987 , my addiction stepped up and fell down bigtime. It was the year of what I was to come know as rockbottom. Quite unable to go on any further. In the August of 1987, I gave in – lost everything including the Kids and my Mind and LEFT. Went to Sydney on my 9th wedding anniversary on the Red Rattler overnight train. I was picked up by my brother and the baddest man in the world and dropped at the McKinnon Unit of Rozelle Mental Hospital into what I now know was a detox unit.
Then life began again. A clean and sober life and a transformation. In 1987 I went to DETOUR, a women’s halfway house, into the Langton Drug and Alcohol Unit in Surry Hills and then into my own Silver Lining at Bondi. Cliffhangers – where I began to get well in Meetings.
Everything changed
7th Birthday Party out at Kalang in April 1987 before I went to Sydney to Rehab.
1986
Another of the shadow years with addiction and disaster progressing hand in hand with sorrow and despair. Attempted escapes from my marriage and increasing sickness . Little Children – big tears.
1985 : things begin to change
Things began to change around about this time. I went to AA for the first time. I became more and more physically ill from drug and alcohol abuse. I had a hysterectomy in Port Macquarie Hospital and I went on methadone not long before that. Seemed to be the worst of times.
1984
Another year which I do not recall. It could have been the year we separated for a time. The year that I took a dingy flat on the Western Side of the Urunga Railway Line. It could be 1984.
