• Healing Through Spirit, Nature, and Runes

    People use different tools to help them heal, and if something truly helps, then it is good.

    As I’ve written before, getting off alcohol was hard, but getting off benzodiazepines was even harder. The withdrawal hurt me badly and left scars I’m still healing from, but I’m doing better each day.

    Everyone in my recovery group leans on their spirituality to make it through. I’m no different. Every day I go out into nature to connect with what I view as sacred. In my eyes, everything, every tree, stone, river, and creature has consciousness, has Spirit, and therefore is sacred.

    The mountains especially call to me. When I walk through the mountain forests, I find peace there. The ravens are my companions. I hear their calls echo through the canyons, I see them play, and I feel them watching me as I watch them. Their presence reminds me that intelligence, awareness, and connection are everywhere.

    Runes are also an important part of my healing. I don’t see them as “Viking symbols.”
    Yes, the raiders and pirates of old Scandinavia used them, but so did ordinary people, the Scandinavians, the Anglo-Saxons, the continental Germanic tribes, the Dutch, and even the early Slavs. It makes me sad that today the runes are often reduced to “Viking imagery” or worse, twisted by nationalists and racists.

    To me, the runes are alive. You can work with them, but not command them. I approach them with the same respect I offer the mountains, rivers, and forests. When I draw or sing a rune, I ask for its help in healing, and it responds. Each rune carries a current of energy, forces that can guide and sustain us through recovery.

    Three runes have become central to my journey:

    • Uruz… the raw, untamed, and primal life force that helped me survive acute withdrawal.
    • Ansuz… the breath of divine communication, guiding clarity of thought and expression.
    • Wunjo… the joy, harmony, and hope that now fills my days. It’s the rune I’ve chosen as my site’s icon.

    I work with others as well, but these three have been the most supportive through the hardest parts of my recovery.

    Healing is a deeply personal path. What works for one person might not work for another, and that’s fine. For me, blending ancient, holistic practices with modern medical guidance has been essential. I continue to follow my doctor’s advice while also honoring and using spiritual and nature-based healing. Together, they form the bridge that’s carrying me forward.

    Getting clean from all substances is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but the rewards are profound. For the first time in decades, I can think clearly. I’m no longer consumed by anger or emotional pain.

    I wake up with gratitude now, and I genuinely enjoy being alive.

    If you’ve gone through something similar, I’d love to hear what helped you heal, and what gave you strength when it was hard to go on.

  • From Darkness to Light

    When I was on benzos, and alcohol before that, I lived in anger.
    I was drowning my mind and my heart in chemicals every day, and it took a heavy toll.

    Getting off alcohol was difficult, but getting off benzos was far harder.
    It broke me down, but the healing that followed has been worth every struggle.
    Now my mind is clear. I can finally face and process the things that the drugs buried so deeply.

    Every time I step outside now feels like a blessing.
    I hear the ravens call across the sky, breathe the clean, mountain air,
    and look to the ridges that I call my Lyfjaberg, my Healing Mountain.
    These mountains, these paths, have become my cathedrals.

    I sit among the pines and firs and listen to the wind, to the wildlife,
    and to the quiet voice in my own heart.
    It has taken 60 years,
    but I can finally say that I am truly happy.

    Yes, the waves still come, echoes of withdrawal, reminders of the past…
    but they are fewer, gentler, farther between.
    Now, I live each day in gratitude.
    Regret has no hold on me anymore!

    I speak my worries out loud to the Earth,
    and somehow, I always receive an answer.

    I am grateful for this healing, for this new joy,
    and above all, for my wife and sons,
    whose love carried me from darkness into light.

    From the mountains, I’ve learned strength and stillness.
    From the ravens, freedom.
    From the forests, persistence.
    And from the rivers, adaptability and flow.

    Wherever you are,
    whatever you’re going through,
    I wish you peace, strength,
    and good health.

    Buck

  • Welcome to My Small Corner of the Web

    Hello and welcome!
    This is the first post on my new blog, a fresh beginning.

    For many years, I wrote at breakingmyteeth.com, where I wrote about my long, difficult journey of tapering off high-dose benzodiazepines after more than two decades of use. I’ll soon be reposting those earlier writings here in a special section for anyone who might need them.

    For those who don’t know, benzodiazepines are one of only two substances that can be fatal if stopped abruptly or too quickly, the other being alcohol. I took my last dose on January 16, 2025, and I’ve been free ever since.

    Finding My Way Back to Life

    Now that the fog has lifted, I’m continually surprised by how good life truly is. After so many years trapped in a chemically induced haze where anger and despair ruled, I can once again be moved to tears by the beauty of a sunset, a mountain forest walk, or a single bird perched against the evening sky.

    These are small miracles, things I couldn’t feel while on benzos, and they now shimmer with sacred meaning.

    A Living, Breathing World

    My worldview has become deeply animist.
      I sense spirit in all things:
      in the ravens I love so much,
      behind a dog’s eyes,
      within the mountains and rivers,
      and even in the storms that roll across the horizon.

    Consciousness, or Spirit, moves through everything. Perhaps I felt this long ago, even before benzos, but now that I’m free from all substances, for the first time since seventh grade, the feeling is clearer, more radiant, and more real than ever.

    The Purpose of This Blog

    At nearly sixty years old, I’m learning what it truly means to live.
      My purpose in writing is twofold:

    1. To document my journey — from hopelessness to healing and happiness.
    2. To help others who may still be finding their way through the dark.

    Getting off benzos was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I still experience occasional “waves”, brief returns of withdrawal symptoms, but they grow weaker, shorter, and farther apart as time passes. The road is not easy, yet the life beyond it is more beautiful than words can describe.

    A Closing Blessing

    Thank you for visiting, for reading, and for walking a few steps of this path with me.

    May you be well.
    May you be happy.
    May you know peace.

    Buck