I am an introvert and when I covered fashion shows (briefly, occasionally), I found the experience to be overwhelming torture. Many of the people I'd run into were friends but it was all just too GD much. Panic inducing, not fun. Exception: seeing Mickey. Always kind, always cheerful, always genuine.
Wow. This was so real. It made me miss my sister who died a few three years ago (way too young) due to alcohol-related disease. She was so funny, talented, a great cook, she loved to laugh, but she loved alcohol more. This piece made me wonder what she would’ve been like if she had gotten help that stuck. (She went to rehab-and jail-several times.) I think she never got help, just shame, and that’s no help. What a loss.
Shame is absolutely no help. When I started drinking/drugging at 14 or so and overdosed, I was a bad girl. Not one who could have used help and love. Even though I eventually got sober and remain sober decades later, I sort of kept my sobriety secret because I still feared the shame.
I had a lot of shame over my drinking, too, Kirie. It took years, several attempts and my own health issues, but I’m sober 8 years this year. Something I never thought could happen. What a blessing.
Love Mickey. Had the fortune to work with him a little when I was working for a luxury fashion house a few years ago. He is one of the smartest, kindest and most considerate men in the industry and a joy to spend time with. His story is really inspirational too, he's a very positive and resilient human. Good bloke all round as we say in England!
Love your recovery story, Mickey. Thanks for sharing it. I went to a meeting yesterday that left me super-high. We had a newcomer and it seemed she might just get it as had so many others in the room. I was so grateful I don't have to drink. Then something nasty happened, like the brakes went wonky on the car, and my husband got grumpy and boy did I want a drink! That's fifty years into recovery, one silly day and moment at a time. You made my day end with a smile.
I am an introvert and when I covered fashion shows (briefly, occasionally), I found the experience to be overwhelming torture. Many of the people I'd run into were friends but it was all just too GD much. Panic inducing, not fun. Exception: seeing Mickey. Always kind, always cheerful, always genuine.
Modern day hero. We worked together for many years and I have nothing but praise for Mr. Mickey.
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Wow. This was so real. It made me miss my sister who died a few three years ago (way too young) due to alcohol-related disease. She was so funny, talented, a great cook, she loved to laugh, but she loved alcohol more. This piece made me wonder what she would’ve been like if she had gotten help that stuck. (She went to rehab-and jail-several times.) I think she never got help, just shame, and that’s no help. What a loss.
Shame is absolutely no help. When I started drinking/drugging at 14 or so and overdosed, I was a bad girl. Not one who could have used help and love. Even though I eventually got sober and remain sober decades later, I sort of kept my sobriety secret because I still feared the shame.
I had a lot of shame over my drinking, too, Kirie. It took years, several attempts and my own health issues, but I’m sober 8 years this year. Something I never thought could happen. What a blessing.
Love Mickey. Had the fortune to work with him a little when I was working for a luxury fashion house a few years ago. He is one of the smartest, kindest and most considerate men in the industry and a joy to spend time with. His story is really inspirational too, he's a very positive and resilient human. Good bloke all round as we say in England!
Favorite line: “if we’re scared of something that means it’s something we should probably do.” ✅
Quality take. Thanks for the read! 🖋️📜🕰️
Love your recovery story, Mickey. Thanks for sharing it. I went to a meeting yesterday that left me super-high. We had a newcomer and it seemed she might just get it as had so many others in the room. I was so grateful I don't have to drink. Then something nasty happened, like the brakes went wonky on the car, and my husband got grumpy and boy did I want a drink! That's fifty years into recovery, one silly day and moment at a time. You made my day end with a smile.
Thank you. But is Mounjaro a disease I never heard of or a medication? You pair it with Parkinson’s.
Of course in the context of addiction, it could be both. But we are more than our addictions. You sound like fun to be around.
What a journey you took us on. Thank you.