Sandy Swenson
@msdandy.bsky.social
Mom. Author. Finding power in the place where love and addiction meet. And in honoring democracy.
Facebook.com/sandyannswenson
Facebook.com/sandyannswenson
Reposted by Sandy Swenson
From an operational security perspective, this is the highest level of fuckup imaginable. These people cannot keep America safe.
The Trump Administration Accidentally Texted Me Its War Plans
U.S. national-security leaders included me in a group chat about upcoming military strikes in Yemen. I didn’t think it could be real. Then the bombs started falling.
www.theatlantic.com
March 24, 2025 at 8:13 PM
From an operational security perspective, this is the highest level of fuckup imaginable. These people cannot keep America safe.
March 14, 2025 at 3:17 AM
Reposted by Sandy Swenson
Senator Chris Murphy took to the Senate floor on Friday to break down the corruption flowing from the WH. He connects the dots, and makes a clear argument regarding who what where and why Shitler and Muskrat are destroying our govt!! This needs to be shared far and wide!!
youtu.be/hycoCYenXls
youtu.be/hycoCYenXls
Murphy: Six Weeks In, This White House Is On Its Way To Being The Most Corrupt In U.S. History
YouTube video by Senator Chris Murphy
youtu.be
March 8, 2025 at 5:21 AM
Senator Chris Murphy took to the Senate floor on Friday to break down the corruption flowing from the WH. He connects the dots, and makes a clear argument regarding who what where and why Shitler and Muskrat are destroying our govt!! This needs to be shared far and wide!!
youtu.be/hycoCYenXls
youtu.be/hycoCYenXls
I wish I had more consciously savored the moments I thought would be unendingly replenished. And, I wish addiction had never walked in the back door and consumed my son. But today is a day I will savor. I still have my two miracles: Rick is plugging along nicely, and Joey, well, he’s alive.
youtu.be
March 7, 2025 at 11:31 PM
I wish I had more consciously savored the moments I thought would be unendingly replenished. And, I wish addiction had never walked in the back door and consumed my son. But today is a day I will savor. I still have my two miracles: Rick is plugging along nicely, and Joey, well, he’s alive.
Sometime between the first hint of a whisker and the nudge from the nest, Joey crossed an invisible line—a line where experimentation became addiction….And dalliance became disease.
(Image: First the man takes the drink, then the drink takes the man. Sculpture by Thomas Lerooy.) #addiction
(Image: First the man takes the drink, then the drink takes the man. Sculpture by Thomas Lerooy.) #addiction
March 6, 2025 at 2:42 PM
Sometime between the first hint of a whisker and the nudge from the nest, Joey crossed an invisible line—a line where experimentation became addiction….And dalliance became disease.
(Image: First the man takes the drink, then the drink takes the man. Sculpture by Thomas Lerooy.) #addiction
(Image: First the man takes the drink, then the drink takes the man. Sculpture by Thomas Lerooy.) #addiction
March 4, 2025 at 5:07 AM
I want to be an example of doing the right thing and sticking with it, no matter how tough. Of unhooking myself from the Great Big Thing with the Great Big Claws. Of moving ahead, one determined day at a time. Of never giving up and never giving in.
I will Let Go of this thing that diminishes me.
I will Let Go of this thing that diminishes me.
February 28, 2025 at 4:03 PM
I want to be an example of doing the right thing and sticking with it, no matter how tough. Of unhooking myself from the Great Big Thing with the Great Big Claws. Of moving ahead, one determined day at a time. Of never giving up and never giving in.
I will Let Go of this thing that diminishes me.
I will Let Go of this thing that diminishes me.
I am excited to announce the release of 'Fierce Love'--a Spanish translation of 'The Joey Song'. The publisher did a beautiful job! I'm so happy it will now be available to Spanish speakers everywhere.The ebook is available on Apple Books and the paperback via agapea.com. #addiction
February 25, 2025 at 7:00 PM
I am excited to announce the release of 'Fierce Love'--a Spanish translation of 'The Joey Song'. The publisher did a beautiful job! I'm so happy it will now be available to Spanish speakers everywhere.The ebook is available on Apple Books and the paperback via agapea.com. #addiction
I can move forward with some sense of serenity. I can quiet the noise in my heart and my head. Really. I can face what is head on (instead of looking back at what isn’t).
I can only find inner peace by first acknowledging reality.
#addiction
I can only find inner peace by first acknowledging reality.
#addiction
February 21, 2025 at 8:11 PM
I can move forward with some sense of serenity. I can quiet the noise in my heart and my head. Really. I can face what is head on (instead of looking back at what isn’t).
I can only find inner peace by first acknowledging reality.
#addiction
I can only find inner peace by first acknowledging reality.
#addiction
I don’t need to grab my sharp-edged emotions by fistfuls or armloads, setting myself up to become overwhelmed. I can take out each thought and feeling, one by one, on an as-needed basis, give it the time and attention it needs, then put it back, very carefully, like a knife in a drawer.
#addiction
#addiction
February 20, 2025 at 4:03 PM
I don’t need to grab my sharp-edged emotions by fistfuls or armloads, setting myself up to become overwhelmed. I can take out each thought and feeling, one by one, on an as-needed basis, give it the time and attention it needs, then put it back, very carefully, like a knife in a drawer.
#addiction
#addiction
My new mantra…”Let It Be. Work On Me.” 🪷 🌼
#addiction
#addiction
February 18, 2025 at 2:31 PM
My new mantra…”Let It Be. Work On Me.” 🪷 🌼
#addiction
#addiction
Clutching my head in my hands, I cry without breath, without sound. Turning my face upward, I struggle to set free the anguish that’s jammed inside my chest, my throat, my being, but I’ve no strength to propel it forth. A mother’s silent scream. Maybe I should have. But I didn’t.
February 16, 2025 at 11:48 PM
Clutching my head in my hands, I cry without breath, without sound. Turning my face upward, I struggle to set free the anguish that’s jammed inside my chest, my throat, my being, but I’ve no strength to propel it forth. A mother’s silent scream. Maybe I should have. But I didn’t.
Acceptance came when I shifted my energy from Fighting what is to Finding My Power in what is. Maybe someday I’ll get to full-fledged acceptance. But for now, I’m at begrudging acceptance: It is what it is. Addiction has changed things from the way they were meant to be.
February 14, 2025 at 2:57 PM
Acceptance came when I shifted my energy from Fighting what is to Finding My Power in what is. Maybe someday I’ll get to full-fledged acceptance. But for now, I’m at begrudging acceptance: It is what it is. Addiction has changed things from the way they were meant to be.
Joey was just a kid when he made choices that turned out to be bad choices. Choices that seemed like a good idea at the time.
“He’d opened Pandora’s box, and there was no way to put its troubles back inside again. Even if she sat on the lid. ~Unknown (but also every mother of an addicted child)
“He’d opened Pandora’s box, and there was no way to put its troubles back inside again. Even if she sat on the lid. ~Unknown (but also every mother of an addicted child)
February 10, 2025 at 9:07 PM
Joey was just a kid when he made choices that turned out to be bad choices. Choices that seemed like a good idea at the time.
“He’d opened Pandora’s box, and there was no way to put its troubles back inside again. Even if she sat on the lid. ~Unknown (but also every mother of an addicted child)
“He’d opened Pandora’s box, and there was no way to put its troubles back inside again. Even if she sat on the lid. ~Unknown (but also every mother of an addicted child)
For all of my friends who love a child suffering with addiction....
February 7, 2025 at 3:10 PM
For all of my friends who love a child suffering with addiction....
My child is not responsible for having this disease, but he is responsible for his own actions and behavior, and for the success of his own recovery. He is the only person who can manage his disease and put together the pieces of his life. My message is: I love and believe in you.You can do this.
February 5, 2025 at 3:34 PM
My child is not responsible for having this disease, but he is responsible for his own actions and behavior, and for the success of his own recovery. He is the only person who can manage his disease and put together the pieces of his life. My message is: I love and believe in you.You can do this.
No matter where The Addict takes my son, my love for Joey will follow. No matter what happens, I will try to put joy where Joey should be. (I’ve got that Joey Joey Joey Joey down in my heart to stay.)
February 2, 2025 at 4:20 PM
No matter where The Addict takes my son, my love for Joey will follow. No matter what happens, I will try to put joy where Joey should be. (I’ve got that Joey Joey Joey Joey down in my heart to stay.)
Our souls are still in touch. A phantom umbilical connection—unaffected by the passage of years or a long stretch of miles—mysteriously wanders the invisible world, searching for tears and for fears and for when things are not quite right, and then relays that information back to home base.
January 29, 2025 at 5:34 PM
Our souls are still in touch. A phantom umbilical connection—unaffected by the passage of years or a long stretch of miles—mysteriously wanders the invisible world, searching for tears and for fears and for when things are not quite right, and then relays that information back to home base.
The poison seeping into our household passes directly through me—sneaking in, I think, on the umbilical connection.
Joey may be the one consuming the poison, but the poison is consuming me.
The spread of this disease of addiction must stop. Right now. With me.
Joey may be the one consuming the poison, but the poison is consuming me.
The spread of this disease of addiction must stop. Right now. With me.
January 26, 2025 at 10:49 PM
The poison seeping into our household passes directly through me—sneaking in, I think, on the umbilical connection.
Joey may be the one consuming the poison, but the poison is consuming me.
The spread of this disease of addiction must stop. Right now. With me.
Joey may be the one consuming the poison, but the poison is consuming me.
The spread of this disease of addiction must stop. Right now. With me.
Reposted by Sandy Swenson
“We will execute drug dealers” and “I have just pardoned the man who made the largest illegal drugs market in world history” seem to be slightly contradictory.
January 22, 2025 at 2:00 PM
“We will execute drug dealers” and “I have just pardoned the man who made the largest illegal drugs market in world history” seem to be slightly contradictory.
The guy who operated the Silk Road—the dark web marketplace where $200mill+ in illegal drugs were sold—surely resulting in countless deaths, lives and families ruined—has been pardoned. I’m stunned considering the way the people who become addicted to these very drugs, our children, are treated.
January 22, 2025 at 8:07 PM
The guy who operated the Silk Road—the dark web marketplace where $200mill+ in illegal drugs were sold—surely resulting in countless deaths, lives and families ruined—has been pardoned. I’m stunned considering the way the people who become addicted to these very drugs, our children, are treated.
Addiction is a disease, not a disgrace. No more shame, no more silence.
January 20, 2025 at 3:18 PM
Addiction is a disease, not a disgrace. No more shame, no more silence.
Somewhere beneath, behind, within The Addict that is wearing his face, is my sweet child, the child I love. And he’s depending on the bond we share—the bond he knows can never be broken. I will not let him down. My Child and The Addict may share the same shadow, but they will not share my love. 🌼💪💛
January 13, 2025 at 9:13 PM
Somewhere beneath, behind, within The Addict that is wearing his face, is my sweet child, the child I love. And he’s depending on the bond we share—the bond he knows can never be broken. I will not let him down. My Child and The Addict may share the same shadow, but they will not share my love. 🌼💪💛