Support Groups Blog

Spring is such a joyous time in books and movies isn’t it? The flowers are coming up, people are dancing for who knows what reason, the music is playing sweetly, pies are baking and no one is ever mad about anything! In real life Spring is kind of awful for any of us with allergies, pollen is everywhere, our cars look like a fairy exploded on them, our shopping carts are full of allergy meds and our arms look like pincushions from Allergy Shots.

Our title probably has you belting out the “Frozen” tune right about now and while the movie and songs were amazing, we want to focus on something a bit deeper. Where do we go from here, here being 2 days after the George Floyd trial where his murderer, a cop, was held accountable, something that doesn’t happen as often as it should. In the court of law, jurors have to be convinced beyond a reasonable doubt that the defendant is guilty and deserving of a verdict proclaiming that. Our hearts are heavy, we have spent the last year mourning so much death and loss.

Just typing the words Toxic Relationships gives us the chills and not the “Oooooh Netflix just dropped the newest season of my favorite show” type of chills! It is the type of chills that comes from being either a survivor or a current victim and neither are cheer inducing. When you picture the word Toxic, what comes to mind? We picture trash, poison, the skull and crossbones image, and maybe chernobyl. Incidentally when we look back on our own toxic relationships, vastly the same images come to mind.

Our hearts break every time we see a member post about how they don’t feel worthy. Worthy of getting help and support, worthy of having a committed and healthy relationship, worthy of seeking a divorce, worthy or living a fulfilling and healthy life.

During the pandemic our baking and cooking skills have been refined and polished, usually we choose recipes that seem within reach, not too complicated and less than a dozen ingredients is usually what we are looking for. Failure is not something we aim for in life, nor in the kitchen. When we printed a recipe for a lemon tart the other day, it seemed doable. So we set out to make a homemade crust and lemon curd, not a problem, or so we thought.