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Posted: August 13, 2013 in Recovery
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I took a friend to see if he could go into residential treatment yesterday morning. He didn’t get in because they didn’t have any beds available at this place where they take patients with dual diagnosis. He then asked me to take him to a state funded facility.

Once there, he hesitated to stay. My friend’s roommate unsuccessfully tried to convince him to give this place a chance. The more my friend hesitated, the more his roommate pushed him to stay.

I tried to answer my friend’s questions without pressuring him. I did tell him that if he wanted to get sober, it didn’t matter much where he went. He decided not to stay.

I don’t believe in pushing people to do something against their will. It may be because the more somebody tries to persuade me, the less inclined I feel to do it. It feels like manipulation to me.

Later that day, my friend asked me if I could take him to the state funded facility again. I agreed.

My friend and I were on our way to rehab at 5:30 this morning. I stayed with him until I had to leave. My first impulse was to cancel what I had to do to keep him company but something told me not to do it.

Something told me that if he were to get into treatment with no babysitter to push him, it would be a more valuable experience for him.

I don’t know if my friend is going to “make” it this time around. I do know that by being there for him, I was reminded of how things got and how they could get if I were to relapse.

“There, but for the grace of God, go I.”

Giving Back

Posted: May 15, 2013 in Hope, Recovery
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Little over three months ago, I committed to teaching a Math class for people who are trying to get their GED. Tomorrow is the last class with this group.

At first I was scared to get in front of them.  I pushed myself to volunteer so that I could get used to being around “normies” again. I have not had a paid position for a while now.
I have been leading meetings at my home group, taking meetings to rehab facilities, and held a service position but nothing outside the recovery world.
I was relieved to see that my brain has not suffered much damage from all the abuse I put it through. I was glad that I was able to communicate, engage and motivate them to learn.
On one occasion, a fifty-year-old lady came up to me after class to tell me that Jesus had sent me to help her learn Math. She was happy that I was able to teach her in a way she understood.
In giving back, I have received a boost in my self-esteem by feeling like a valuable member of society. Like they say in meetings, “If you want to build self-esteem, do estimable things.”
I now feel ready to go back to work. I now feel strong enough as I no longer have to take naps to make it through the day. Little by little my energy has come back to a “normal” level.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that if you keep showing up in  life, things do get better, at least that has been my experience.
My life is different from when I got sober. I’m single now, both my mother and my step-father died, but all through the losses I have kept working my program of recovery.
I had to redefine what a good day is to mean staying clean and sober for one 24-hour period. The rest is up to my Higher Power, who I choose to call God.
No, I don’t wait for God to do for me what I can do for myself. And I don’t expect God to give me everything I want. All I have been promised is the ability to keep going even though sometimes I feel like I can’t.
May you be happy. May you find true love. May you have a long life.

A Real Meal

Posted: April 16, 2013 in Grace, Gratitude, Recovery

A few days ago, a friend came to my place with a guy who had just left residential treatment. This was his first outing in “the real world.”

I told them that I was hungry and asked them to join me for lunch. I proceeded to cook some burgers. It was a very ordinary meal.

We finished our burgers. We watched some YouTube videos. We talked a little about recovery and then decided to go to a 6 p.m. meeting at my home group.

During the meeting, the guy that my friend had brought to my place shared about moving to a transitional house after completing 45 days in rehab. He expressed how grateful he was to be sober.

He also said that he had just enjoyed a wonderful lunch, “a real meal,” he called it. He seemed happy to be alive and sober. His words made my eyes moist with tears.

I had always thought of hamburgers as something you ate when you where starving and wanted something quick and simple to eat, not a “real meal.”

This reminded me how fortunate I am that I can pretty much eat anything I want when I want to. I enjoy freedoms that many people don’t.

Like the freedom to stay sober contingent on maintaining my spiritual condition on a 24-hour basis. I am convinced that I am not cured of alcoholism/addiction but that my disease is merely on remission.

May you be happy. May you find true love. May you have a long life.

Service Work

Posted: February 27, 2013 in Recovery, Sponsorship
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Service work has been an integral part of my recovery. It’s helped me stay sober by getting me out of my head. It’s left me little time to feel sorry for myself, although sometimes I still manage to do it.

Fear of relapse got me started on working with others. Feeling useful has kept me going. It’s very rewarding to see people in early recovery change before my eyes; to see their once empty stares get full with hope.

Another benefit of working with newcomers is that it stops me from obsessing about my life. It’s harder to stay in self-pity when people around me are struggling with early sobriety.

I try to remind myself that service work is something I do to stay sober. I cannot keep people sober. I cannot rescue everybody, that’s not what I’m supposed to do. I am to carry the message and not the alcoholic.

I can only share with others what my experience is with working the steps. I cannot force them to do the work. I cannot solve their problems.

It’s easy for me to forget that if I start doing for others what they should be doing for themselves, I could get in the way of their bottom.

I can quickly and unwillingly develop expectations from doing service work. Do I expect to gain recognition from it? Do I want people to treat me like I’m special and particularly good? Am I still trying to ace A.A.?

When I begin to feel depleted, that people are taking advantage of me, I know it’s time to re-examine my intentions.

I first ask God to re-align my perspective with reality. If that doesn’t do it, I call my sponsor to tell on myself. My sponsor often reminds me that there’s nothing wrong with me, that I am not defective, I’m just a human being.

I am so grateful that I don’t have to try to be perfect to be loved. I am worthy of love and affection just as I am, flaws and all.

Showing Up

Posted: February 22, 2013 in Feelings, Growing, Recovery

Showing up is a behavior I learned in sobriety. I was not used to keeping my commitments when I had to do something that made me uncomfortable. Or when it was raining. Or when I was tired. Seriously, I struggled with it tremendously.

I had the crazy idea that showing up required me to be on, looking my best, and ready to save the world.  No wonder I often complained that being around people drained me. I was trained to put a lot of effort on appearances fueled by years of hearing my mother say, “People treat you the way you look.”

Whenever I get afraid of not looking the part, of not measuring up, I start repeating over and over in my head an affirmation like, “I am safe. I am loved. I am liked. God is with me.” I don’t know how it works but it works for me.

Creating the habit of showing up regardless of how I’m feeling has helped me stay sober because I cannot get better  at home alone. Isolation is a sign that I am working on my relapse. Experience has taught me that going to a meeting to tell on myself takes power away from my disease.

Another sign that I’m getting “off the beam” is when I start keeping secrets. I must have at least one person who I can be completely honest with like my sponsor. I get great relief when I tell my sponsor what’s been taking space in my head.

Those “secrets”  are usually situations where I have felt hurt. My ego tells me that I “should” be able to handle the pain by myself. I forget that regardless of how many years I accumulate in recovery, I am still a human being who needs to feel loved and accepted.

Showing up to life one day at a time regardless of the results while giving up control helps me grow spiritually. I don’t have to feel like it, I just have to show up.

I have often heard in these rooms that pain is a part of life but that suffering is optional. Just a few years ago I would have rolled my eyes at this.

Suffering allowed me to stay stuck, to remain a victim of life, to take no responsibility for my actions, and to have the sick comfort of not enduring any changes.

I hated change. Probably because my life was so chaotic during my childhood. I was always in alert mode, ready to deal with the next crisis.

Please don’t get me wrong. There many situations where one has no part in the pain we’re going through, particularly as a child. As a child, I had no choice.

As an adult, I can choose to deal with pain by accepting what is happening, or not. Once I accept reality, I can see if there is anything I can do to ease the pain, or not.

Before recovery, the only coping skill I had to ease the pain was blaming, shaming, and handling every situation like a battle. And I had to win, I had to make sure you were not going to be able to attack me again, in the same way.

I was trying to change the world instead of changing me.

However, now as an adult with a little more awareness, I can choose to live in the past, going over and over in my head about how people did me wrong, how unfair life is, how the world is against me, and that I can’t do anything about it.

Or, I can choose to change my perspective. Viktor Frankl, a concentration camp survivor, said, “Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.”

No, I’m not always able to shift my perspective immediately. I do try to honor my feelings without dismissing them and without reacting impulsively. I pray about it. I share in a general way in a meeting about what’s going on. I call my sponsor.

In short, I keep using the spiritual tools I’ve learned in recovery. Or not. As long as I don’t drink or use, I still have a choice.


Alarm Clock

Posted: December 5, 2012 in Recovery, Spirituality
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I have this alarm clock on my nightstand that I have set to wake me up at 7:05 a.m. There’s another alarm that somehow got set to go off at noon. I have no idea how that happened.

One day, I was sitting in my living room doing something on my computer when I heard the alarm go off. It was noon. If you think that I got up to turn it off, you are mistaken. It kept going for a while and then stopped by itself.

This is not the only time that the noon alarm has gone off while I was at a hearing distance. I have yet to disable the alarm.

There are some situations in my life that are like this alarm. I can hear the noise, it annoys me, but it doesn’t bother me enough to do something about it.

It isn’t until the pain of staying the same is bigger than the pain of changing that I get into action. My motivation for change is more out of desperation than inspiration.

I seek everyday for the inspiration to keep growing. I ask God to remove my “character defects that are in the way of my usefulness to You and to my fellows.” I get to show up and do my part.

I keep looking for God’s will in my life. Sometimes I gladly do what I need to do. Some other times it takes me a little while longer to surrender to His will.

I believe that even if I know what action to take, it’s better if I ask for His guidance and direction.