I love to read. Menus at Chinese restaurants, graffiti, Trader Joe’s weekly circulars–I don’t care. Of course, books are my favorite reading experience and Rhyll Croshaw’s book, What Can I Do About Me?, which I enthusiastically plugged in a recent post and just finished, was definitely a great read.
Somewhere along my life’s path, I developed a compulsive need to read books cover to cover including the copyright page–and especially the appendix. Maybe I just like to hear myself say the word “appendices” and wonder if I’m saying it right. When I die, this is what my tombstone will look like:
I always find lots of great stuff in the appendix, information that didn’t quite fit with the flow of the book but was too good to leave out completely. Boy, is that ever the case for Rhyll’s book. When you read it, don’t forget the appendix! It’s gold!
The first appendix is the recovery story of Rhyll’s husband Steven. It could be one of the clearest and most touching recovery experiences I’ve ever encountered. If you ever wondered what real recovery looks like, read Steven’s story. Addicts and spouses alike will learn a thing or two.
In another appendix, Rhyll talks about how they discussed first Steven’s addictive behavior and then his recovery efforts with their kids. She warns that this might not be for everyone but she encourages us to carefully consider it.
I already mentioned in the previous post the heartbreaking insights shared by Rhyll and Steven’s daughter. Then the last nugget that itself is worth the price of the book is the set of tables and charts at the end that compare addict behavior with recovery behavior. I read through them with great interest. I ain’t as bad as I used to be, but I ain’t quite ready to retire anytime soon.
Recovery is as much about the journey as it is the destination. Both are fabulous places to be. Rhyll’s book is ample evidence.