When I first came into this whole sobriety thing I thought my problems were all centered around drugs and alcohol. I thought “If I could just figure out how to get rid of this stuff for good, everything else will be better.”
Little did I know my biggest problem was actually me. I am my biggest hurdle in life. Overtime I have learned the importance I put on myself, my self worth and my showmanship. The harder I work to prove myself, the farther I am from serenity. You know serenity was all I was ever looking for. As I look back.. every drink I took, every drug I put in my body was just a quest for that “Ahhh” moment. Trying to achieve true serenity over and over again only to find myself hopelessly lost and miserable.
So how do I find the balance of managing my inner drive to be the best and to prove myself, with my desire to be humble? Suppressing the ego, is what it comes down to for me.
I walk a fine line of grace, a very fine line. For me when my inner ego pops up. That voice that says “I’m better than that.” “I shouldn’t have to do this.” I pause, I pray and I listen to my heart. Often times my ego pops up and I forget who I am and where I came from. I’m constantly having to sit, connect, mediate and sort out what I really need or want.
Today was no different for me. I have a high stress job where I’m required to fix BIG problems. I want to be the best, I want to figure it all out. When things pop up and I can’t “Figure it out”, I start to lose it. I find myself more aware now of the amount of uncomfortableness that comes with my self awareness of wanting to be in control all the time. Practice the pause This is what comes to mind…
The question for me is always “Am I doing this for me or am I doing this to prove something for someone else?
If it’s not for me or my desire is not to help others without any expectations of praise or reward in return, than I’m acting out of ego driven fear.
Over the last year my heart has started to become louder than my head. My inner drive is more pure to help others without any returns or rewards. Life has stared to settle a bit and I have been able to start to define my true self. What do I like? What do I do for fun? What is my purpose?
How do you all deal with ego driven thoughts?
Just kidding…. I hate Target. I don’t get it. I feel like it’s full of eccentric home décor, lots of super cute moms with the perfect messy buns, expensive makeup and sweet little children all dressed in clean clothes with matching socks. That just has never been my life. Matching socks, cute kids or the perfect messy bun.
I’m at day 416 today and feeling as lost as when I walk into a Target. Maybe I’m not lost, maybe I’m just down. It could also totally be depression and because I’m aware of that, I have also made an appointment with a Therapist at the first of the month.
It’s just been so weird lately. I can start my mornings feeling UP UP UP and by the end of the day I’m in a funk. This has been happening to me for a few weeks now. It could be a holiday thing, since I do hate the holidays. Maybe it’s because my oldest is not living with me and is on his way to a mental institution long term. I have not talked or seen him in over four weeks.
I recognize that I’m his mother but I’m also codependent in my behavior and wanting to fix him. This at times can be absolutely exhausting.
I’m praying, mediating, helping others and reaching out, but this “feeling” is sticking right now.
I walked down the liquor isle last night at Walmart. It was not a short cut to anything I needed nor was there a purpose. I walked past the wine and my body cringed. Thank God for that. I’m not sure why I did that, I don’t want to drink, but it’s this little piece of me inside that says “Lets be dangerous, let’s be impulsive. It’ll make you feel better.”
I’m glad I can recognize that insanity in my head that I once use to listen to. I’ve just never been in a place in life with the self-awareness to realize how uncomfortable life can make me feel.
Sobriety is about transparency and honesty and I have to constantly stay on my toes. Everything takes time and everything will eventually become something that will pass. Today I am reminding myself, Just because I’m feeling bad, it doesn’t mean I’m doing bad.
How many days it’s been since I’ve had a drink, drug or pill to make it all go away.
These are words that I find myself saying everyday. A constant reminder that “I am strong and can do this.”
Sobriety was never anything I thought would be easy and in the beginning. I really thought it would be down right impossible. But through the last few months I have realized my inner strength and my ability to get through hard times with out having to use or get loaded.
What I have learned over the last 130 days is that I can feel bad, without being or doing bad. I always thought they were the same thing. Emotions often dictated my attitude and my behavior. I have learned over the time that I can have ” feelings” with out having to completely loose myself in them. Yes, the ever so dramatic..FML, I can’t believe this is happening to me attitude is starting to dissolve away.
Over the last four months I have actually dealt with an array of things I never thought I would be able to get through sober. Things that were a sure sign I would need a drink at night have been bestowed upon me and I have manger to stay sober.
-My Grandmother died on my 30 day mark and I didn’t drink.
-My son broke his jaw at school three days later.
-My grandfather passed away 6 weeks after my grandmother.
-My husband lost his job.
The biggest thing that I have changed in sobriety is my attitude. I am no longer looking for reasons to drink. Situations do not dictate my feelings. I am, with the grace of God, in control of myself for the first time in a long time. I wake up every morning and say a little prayer to get through the day. At night before bed I hit my knees and thank God for the gift of sobriety. But most importantly, I take life one day at a time.
105 days today.
I never thought I would get to type those words. Really, never. Towards my very desperate end of my struggle I was convinced I would die a drunk.
I felt completely hopeless, desperate and willing to try anything to change.
Now that I can look back I see that my hopelessness was my saving grace.My complete willingness to do anything suggested was how I got here today. I won’t go on and on about how or why. I just wanted to make a short list of things I’ve been capable of doing or accomplished in the last 100 days.
- I managed to take a month off work to work on myself. It REALY is possible.
- I can go to the grocery store at 8pm at night to get milk when I’m running low.
- I’ve been bowling and can remember it.
- I learned “No.” is a sentence.
- I started dealing with my past, Therapeutically and learned how to let go. Really let go…
- I’ve learned to not need to be perfect, hence I now have an extremely messy house and I don’t care.
- I’ve met Women I like..”gasp” I know..
Tell me some of the thing you’ve gained in early sobriety.
That’s where I’m at today. This is the first time in long time that I’m seriously doing everything that is “suggested” to keep the course. I’m waiting it out to make sure it will stick this time. So, more writing after I hit 90 days.
Fear is really what it boiled down to for me. Fear of not knowing what was going to happen next. That was it..not being able to predict the future.
It was a regular week for me. Sitting in self pity about my drinking problem. I felt like shit when I didn’t have a drink and even worse when I did. MY life on the outside seemed great. Good job, big house, husband, kids, a nice car. Everything on the outside looked so pretty. If only you could look in and see the real me.
Finally, I had found myself sitting in my bedroom, with a bottle of pills in one hand and a bottle of booze in the other. I was in tears writing out my goodbye letter to my kids and husband. I couldn’t take it any more. This had to stop somehow.
I didn’t take the pills that night. I’m not sure why but I threw them in my top drawer and cried myself to sleep. I woke up the next morning and vowed to never take another drink . By the next day I was drinking again.
I’ve heard a many times the sense of hopelessness that one feels as an alcoholic. I had never really understood what that had meant until the very moment the glass of wine hit my lips. I knew it was bad, I knew I didn’t want to keep drinking like this, yet my brain kept saying “Just one drink.”
That was the bottom for me. It was it, the moment that I realized there was nothing I could do to help myself. I got on my knees and prayed. What happened to me over the course of the next five weeks was nothing short of a miracle.
I gave over my will to god and asked for help and it came. I don’t know how or why it works the way it does,but I have started on a new journey of sobriety and I’m currently 41 days strong.