This highly anticipated workbook will help readers put the principles from Melody Beattie's international best seller Codependent No More into action in their own lives. The Codependent No More Workbook
was designed for Melody Beattie fans spanning the generations, as well as for those who may not yet even understand the meaning and impact of their codependency. In this accessible and engaging workbook, Beattie uses her trademark down-to-earth style to offer readers a Twelve Step, interactive program to stop obsessing about others by developing the insight, strength, and resilience to start taking care of themselves.
Through hands-on guided journaling, exercises, and self-tests, readers will learn to integrate the time-tested concepts outlined in Codependent No More
into their daily lives by: setting and enforcing healthy limits; developing a support system through healthy relationships with others and a higher power; experiencing genuine love and forgiveness; and letting go and detaching from others' harmful behaviors.
Whether fixated on a loved one with depression, an addiction, an eating disorder, or other self-destructive behaviors, or someone who makes unhealthy decisions, this book offers the practical means to plot a comprehensive, personalized path to hope, healing, and the freedom to be your own best self.
About the Author
Melody Beattie is the author of numerous books about personal growth and relationships, drawing on the wisdom of Twelve Step healing, Christianity, and Eastern religions. With the publication of Codependent No More in 1986, Melody became a major voice in self-help literature and endeared herself to millions of readers striving for healthier relationships. She lives in Malibu, California.
Book Review: Melody Beattie's Codependent No More Workbook
One amazing insight I had while I read Melody Beattie's new "Codependent No More Workbook" a sequel to her 1986 bestseller, "Codependent No More, " reissued this month by Hazelden's press is this: I drank and took drugs to cope with my 'feelings' about the unbearable shit I tolerated as the child of an alcoholic family.
Otherwise, I might have killed myself. So, in sense, drugs and alcohol saved me.
Yeah, "feelings" read frenzied rage, crippling fear. Flaming. Paralyzing.
I wasn't abandoned, kidnapped or raped. What happened to me was, as just one example, my mother made me into her therapist and Best Friend. She griped about her unhappiness with her husband (my father) and their nonexistent, or often subpar, sex life. I thought it was my job to listen to it. It made her feel better. And then, he would come home and start drinking. And she would look at me, knowingly. And I had to keep her secrets.
The whole drama ga