Dr. Mary Anne Fifield, CSAT, CAS, LMFT.
Therapy for Individuals in Recovery
Pond Place
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Pond Place: Day One
I stood looking at I had no idea what, Penny leased on my left, as we mulled over what it might mean for us. I glanced down at Penny who was relaxed but on alert. She moved her ears some, her tail was up but still. She seemed content to wait so it was up…
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Pond Place: Day Two
As I thought about my day, I could not dispel the desire to go back to the Pond Place but, would it be there? I was afraid to try and afraid to not try. I hate indecision, it makes me crazy. Penny was sitting on my left, her usual place, just looking up at me.…
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Pond Place: Day Three
Again, I find myself in a quandary, should I? Or not, or maybe, or why be chicken. Dang. But the desire to go is strong, and I am finding that I think about the Pond Place during my day. Bits of the landscape pop into my mind. When they do I realize I quiet a…
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Pond Place: Day Four
Yellowy, Mr. Yellowy as I called him when i was old enough to be polite, was my first bear. He arrived shortly after my birth and spent his time in my crib. I know this because I have our picture on my family wall. He also remains with me to this day, up over my…
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Pond Place: Day Five
I was a mass, or should I say mess, of indecision. Go, not go? Believe, I’m just nuts. Try, too scared. But if I don’t, then I’ll never know for sure. God, can you help me out here? Penny too had been ambivalent most of the afternoon. Up, down. Lay down, walk around. Sleep here,…