Friends and Lovers I learned quite a bit about myself today thanks to Shirley Smith, and we don’t even officially know each other. I like the degrees of separation thingy…Like I know Grace M. 1,656 more words
During those first few weeks and months of sobriety, I quite frequently had dreams that I was drinking again. I was so relieved and grateful to get away that I think it was my subconscious poking me by way of saying oh, check this out, here’s a nightmare to remind you. Every time I woke […]
Today I celebrate 19 years of being married to Emma. Over those we had many adventures that have taken us literally across the world. Over that period too we both changed our careers, lived into new possibilities, all with the mutual support of each other. The “sickness and health” aspect of our wedding vows seems to loom […]
via functioningguzzler (one word) comes one of those posts that many of us followed through on at one time or another: Read it. Print it out. Put it up in a significant spot in our living place. And read it — preferably out loud — on a regular basis. Like this one that started the incredible, worthwhile list:
- Feelings – Not only do you feel the bad & the sad but you also feel the happy, joy, excitement, hope & love
It’s all so well thought out and expressed by this determined young lady who has been sober a ripping 10 months, I don’t want to be a further distraction here… so stop what you’re doing and go read the whole thing. Now. And then follow through on it.
From Anne at ainsobriety comes an early Christmas present. Here’s just one money quote from a delightful, encouraging post rich with them:
The journey is never easy, but that is why it is so worth it.
Go there. And read.
Another brutally honest post from functioningguzzler (one word) on her own life experience of before/after getting sober.
I don’t know if I was born with the alcoholic gene or if my life experiences drove me to it in a bid to drown out the emotions I was trying to bury. I reckon it could be both so even if I had a perfect happy life the chances are pretty high that I would of drank celebrating life instead. Alcoholics will create a reason to drink if they don’t have one handed to them. . . .
Is this indeed right? Been there. Done that. Bought the freakin’ t-shirt. The whole issue of the gene is really, in my humble opinion, totally immaterial. Making alcoholism purely a product of inheritance takes away all matters of choice and personal responsibility.
I’m not saying alcohol isn’t an issue. My comment to another blogger recently was that there were “a few things I needed to honestly deal with to overcome my constantly seeking addictions to somehow ‘deal’ with the legitimate pain in my life – pain that had much more to do with father wounds and mother wounds… pain that had its roots deep in verbal, physical, and sexual abuse. Even deeper than that, however, was a belief system that supported and drove my actions and reactions, my choices, if you will, even though little felt to be as such.”
I guess that helps explain why there are old-timers who still have grievously obvious issues, but at least they don’t drink… so there is that.
We need to read this for our own recovery, so go check out functioningguzzler‘s (one word) truly encouraging post. For someone to has been fighting this fight — yes, I really mean that — since 06/21/2014, she serves as a reminder to me that my heroes come in all shapes and sizes.
via Shawna Rae at a sober miracle comes a post well-worth reading. Again. And again. Powerful, powerful stuff straight from the heart. She was in a dreadful place emotionally and psychologically, struggling, as she said, “…under the weight of guilt and shame because I had, once again, despite all of my resolve and great intentions, had too much to drink.” So she decided to punish herself by journaling.
As I lay on the bed, pouring my self-loathing onto the page, I suddenly felt the unmistakable presence of someone surrounding me with love … some wayward angel sent to comfort lost causes. But the feeling was powerful … much stronger than I’d felt before. The loving energy overwhelmed me, running through my mind and down into my hand holding the pen.
Love yourself now, the presence urged. I felt a wave of compassion wash over me, and I was overcome with the meaning behind the words.
In a heartfelt post on her highly subscribable blog, Shawna proceeds to expound on what it means to do that very thing. It’s a significant part of her healing, just as we can make it a part of ours. I’ll leave it to you to step over to Shawna’s place and take it all in.