Daily Reprieve

Great 1st step meeting.  Someone said that before she could identify herself as anything else, she had to recognize that she is an addict.  This resonates tonight, while I am having such an intimate encounter with my own insanity.   Fatigue?  Probably one facet of the negative impact.  I am doing better but, lost.

I didn’t make it to the meeting last night.  The fatigue made it too risky to drive.  I definitely need to make one tonight.  Something is brewing inside.  Darkness.  Quiet anger.  Remembering the death of My little one in Germany.  So many quiet and furious thoughts.  “Too many mind.”

I am going to head out to an 8:30 meeting at the Hut tonight.  Today was a very active, physically demanding day.  But the rush of customers, the fast pace, seemed to fill me with an adrenaline rush.  It was very exhilarating.  I found that I was able to climb like spiderman, and focus, and move quickly.  And this all seems to derive from starting the workday off with a plan.  And working alone also helped.  No one to interrupt my plans.  I am sure that somewhere along the way I am going to collapse.  But I am still up.  Tonight is a 10-12 step meeting.  Spiritual maintenance.  Beginning to drag emotionally.  I guess its time to get moving.

I went back to a church that sponsors a program called Celebrate Recovery.  It was the church I had great resentments for, particularly for its pastor.  I felt I had been a VICTIM of a witch hunt and that they were instrumental in the break-up of my marriage.  Resentments are inner courtrooms that record the negative impact others have had on us.  But the 4th step taught me that when I view myself as a victim, it is usually because I am disregarding my impact and amplifying everyone else’s.  There are exceptions of course.  But recognizing my part in a scenario repaints my self-image as being someone who had power, used it wrongly, and others reacted.  The 4th step tells me that in my life, I have the greatest impact.  I am the giant.  And when I release others, I deny their right to rent space in my head.  This is the beginning of being empowered by this program.  That power is sealed by changing the way I connect with others.  In steps 8/9, the amends process affirms the mightiness of my impact, allows me to take responsibility for it, and causes me to reconnect with others in a way that supports my sobriety.  I already knew how to connect to others in such a way as to support my alcoholism.  That way has to be undone. 

Tonight, the pastor and I reconnected.  I am not sure he would enjoy the nitty gritty of my spiritual life and how I exercise my personal freedom with the Higher Power, but so what.  We embraced one another.  I could witness him being of benefit to other addicts and alcoholics, and could see that gift of his in action.  In reality, we are all fucked up in some way or another.  We are all in this boat together.  No one survives under a social microscope.  And both my sponsees were there and benefited from my walking back into that church. 

And I have no desire to become religious.  No guilt.  No need to appease an uninterested god.  I walked out of that building and I am still free.  For that I am beyond grateful.  Good night all.

I am so tired.  Made it to a meeting.  But I am worn out.

I am an alcoholic.  Sponsee 1 is an alcoholic.  His family is caught in a web of addiction with all the insane codependent enabling.  And last night, I was confronted with the reality that someone I love is not a normal drinker.  Heavy drinker or Alcy?  I don’t know.  They have to make that decision.  But I tend to believe a boundary is being crossed in an attempt to self-medicate and drive away emotional pain.  Last night’s incident is a typical alcoholic fiasco. 

I suggested to my sponsee yesterday that he might look at going to some AlAnon meetings.  I wonder if I should do the same.  Maybe he and I could go together.  Maybe my religious addiction is really an inability to set proper boundaries, and resist manipulation.  Or maybe they are not mutually exclusive concepts.  I am in my head this morning.  I found myself wondering where my loved one hid his stash last night.  I was going to start searching for it, and then I stopped and realized the disease was actively seeking.  Warning signs all over the place.  I called my sponsor immediately, woke him up, and talked about this.  That helped.  Meetings after work for sure.  Pick up my sponsee.  Do some extra work in the BB.  Gotta go.

I have just updated the page “Explore 164” which is some prodding questions as your read those first 164 pages that spill the guts of the program into our foggy brains.  Sorry this is so short, but I need to get out of here so I can meet with Sponsee 1.

It was good to be at the Hut tonight, a gratitude meeting.  I was so full of confidence and feeling connected that it was almost heady.  I was able to be with both my sponsees tonight.  I saw the guy who gave me his nine month chip when my stepson died last year.  It is called the pregnancy chip at the Hut, and it symbolizes new life.  I passed my nine month chip to my first sponsee.  Seems like a good tradition.  I need some sleep.

The hamster gets up, stretches, drinks water and eats a few processes crumbs, and jumps on the wheel to run and amuse his provider, whoever the hell that might be.  He runs, and never actually moves.  He is free to move around, but never really free to leave.  Is this life on life’s terms?

I guess relationships are what keep this from being the ultimate reality.  I have people I love to be around, to experience.  I have gratitude for the intimacy I experience on a daily basis. 

My mind and heart are not on recovery right now.  I have and continue to talk with my Higher Power.  I have talked with a sponsee.  I am at a loss right now.  There are things I must do to assume responsibility for those things I own.  I must follow through.  I will.

Calm today.  A better place.  Why?  What did I do right?  I went to a meeting last night and got some sleep.  I have some plans.  Having a plan feels good.  I hear intuitive thoughts on a pretty regular basis too.  And I don’t have to filter out fear or social control.  Anyway, I am going to get some rest.  One more work day.  Off on Tuesday.