Sugar Isn’t Love🙏 Sober Soul Care Sunday: Addiction Peace for the Tender-Hearted 💜
🌿 What Pain Are You Numbing?
We all numb the pain. But what ache are you soothing?
There comes a time to ask: when will it end? When will we reclaim our power from toxic sugar—a product so addictive that cigarette companies invested in it decades ago to ensure a new generation would stay hooked?
This truth is why I’ve had to pause my life. As I shared in this week’s latest video @DeStresswithDee, I am now detoxing a lifetime of pain and suffering stored in my tissues since birth. I am reversing life-threatening leaky muscle, 40+ other leaky body barriers and skin cancer that is spreading faster than I would like.
This message is for my son and for every soul still reaching for comfort in sugar, screens or survival patterns. So many think that because they aren’t drinking they are doing no harm to their mental, physical and emotional health.
This is for the Mothers who didn’t know better, now trying to fix the wrongs they did by giving cookies, chips and microwave popcorn treats.
Now their bodies are leaking because the microbiome and our gut lining have been destroyed, causing fatty liver, anxiety, depression, adhd and silent suffering because of the blood brain barrier.
My life long anxiety, depression, adhd, insomnia, ibs are now reversed once I detoxed toxins, trauma and tissues from my body.
I show you how here
Dear Parentified Parent, First-Born Stress Cleaner, Tender Daughter —
How are you? Are you okay? How are your children? Are their bodies leaky too?
This one’s for you. For my son, my heart with wings. And for every adult child who wasn’t parentified, but still reaches for comfort food, cookies or sugar to feel close to someone they love. To feel safe. To feel good. To feel… something.
Sugar gives us that endorphin hit. That quick “I’m okay.” Especially when it’s tied to love — mom’s baking, family rituals, the moments that felt safe.
But comfort food isn’t always comforting. Sometimes it’s just a quiet way of numbing pain we haven’t named.
🍪 For the Cookie Monsters We Raised
I called my son the cookie monster. Affectionately. Lovingly. But I also gave him the same treats my mom gave me — two cookies a day.
I wanted him to feel loved.
I didn’t want you to feel the grief of an absent father like I did and all the stress, pain and exhaustion I carried growing up.
But sugar isn’t love. It’s a substitute. And it’s time we rewrite the script on what “treats” really are.
🧠 For the Parentified Single Parent
You’re working 2 or 3 jobs. You’re doing everything for your kids. You’re breaking the cycle. You’re letting your child be a child.
But you haven’t stopped taking care of everyone else. You haven’t stopped trying to keep the peace. You haven’t stopped running — even when your body is begging you to pause.
You’re drowning your pain in:
ice cream
white bread
pop
fast food
fast fashion
one-night stands
porn
gossip
scrolling
over exercising
And you’re wondering why you still don’t feel better, even after quitting booze.
🌿 What Pain Are You Numbing?
This Addiction Peace Sunday, ask yourself:
What childhood abandonment wound am I still soothing with my addiction of choice? An absent father is a burden we share. History repeats until the lesson is learned.
True healing isn't just about quitting. It's about listening. It's about loving your inner child like your life depends on it.
Because it does.
🧘♀️ How We Heal
As a Buddhist, I believe in doing no harm. That includes what we put into our bodies and the words we say to ourselves and others.
We are all connected.
I have been using food as medicine since the 80’s because I was scared of doctors and how they treated my brilliant mom.
Those negative thoughts in your head aren’t facts. They’re echoes.
Feed your inner child the words they needed when you were hurting.
Pause when stress rises.
Breathe with a soft belly.
Detox your body and your environment — because your leaky body is finally saying “enough.”
We don’t collapse or burnout in midlife because of age.
We collapse because of inflammation.
Because of toxins. Man made sugar is a toxin.
Because our bodies carried too much for too long.
You were never burden. Your tissues are overburdened.
💛 My Journey to Addiction Peace
I stopped drinking in 2017.
Stopped smoking in 2020.
Stopped drowning in sugar once I understood the root cause: C-PTSD, PTSD, chronic illness and toxic environments.
I’ve lived with invisible illnesses and been denied disability with a compromised immune system since birth living with building sickness syndrome, mould Illness., C-PTSD, MCAS, CIRS, IBS and more.
Full body collapse from 8 cytokine storms.
Been betrayed by people I trusted to help me heal.
But I kept going. For my son. For you. For every soul afraid of doctors, hospitals and being misunderstood.
I’ve cracked the code on chronic illness, mental health, suicide, weight loss and addiction after 11 years of trying to uncover the root cause of life long issues that no doctor test could uncover.
And I’m here to say: it’s not aging. It’s not anxiety. It’s not menopause. It’s toxicity.
🩵 Final Reflection
To my son: You are not broken. You are not your negative thoughts. You are not addicted.
You are loved. And you are learning to love yourself—one bite, one breath, one brave moment at a time.
Healing looks like two to three S-shaped stools a day after we eat and when we wake.
Quickly in and quickly out of the bathroom with just two or three squares of tissue.
It’s sleeping eight hours deeply—no fan needed—and having so much energy that at 60, you never need a nap.
It’s loving your inner child so fully that you finally feel safe in the world.
It’s making choices each day that keep your inner child protected now and that your future self will thank you for.
To every parentified parent:
You are allowed to rest.
You are allowed to ask for help.
You are allowed to receive.
You are allowed to stop doing and start being.
It is your medicine.
The only person who can take care of you is you.
To every tender heart reading this:
You are not your cravings.
You are not your coping.
You are a soul who survived.
And now you are ready to heal.
Each share is for my son—in case I’m not near to give him the healing tools no doctor could… the ones that saved my life.
You are Love.
You are Peace.
You are Energy.
How is your Energy?
De-stress with Dee for c-ptsd peace in your moments.
Sending loving kindness from Canada’s Capital,
Momma Lovey Dee
