WISDOM – this is my word for the year.
When I was attending AA a year or so ago one of the acquaintances I met gave me a stone. It was a small black stone with the word WISDOM etched in it. The man who gave me the stone had been in AA for 25+ years, he was a hippy and funny, and he was dying of cancer. He said it was time to pass on the stone he had received and offered it to me. I took it. Put it in a drawer and never thought about it again. Until the other day when I found it. And then it hit me – the meaning. “God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the WISDOM to know the difference”.
I now have the WISDOM. So, I plan on using it.
O.K…so moving on. 7 days today, that’s 1 week….that is a good start.
I have 3 of the 4 from H.A.L.T. down pat, struggling with the forth.
Hungry – no problem – I eat. I am on a diet and eating healthy and regularly, all good on that front.
Lonely – again no problem. Call or text the kids, chat with neighbors, go out and say hi to folks.
Tired – this one is a no brainer. I lay down whenever I feel tired or overwhelmed. Even if I don’t sleep I rest.
Angry – nope, can’t quite get a grip on this one. Almost went out and bought a bottle on Saturday due to anger with hubs. But I didn’t. I breathed. I paced. I went in the bedroom and pouted. But I didn’t drink. However, it was too close for comfort.
Any suggestions on how to get over the anger/pity party mood when it descends again? Cause I know me and I know it will. Thanks.
Big hugs. Audrey
October was a mess.
I had more drinking days than sober.
Moderation is a myth. (for me)
Taking a night off as a reward for not drinking for a week is a crock.
I have bitten my nails to the bone. I weigh more than I ever have and nothing fits. My anxiety and depression are at an all time high. I am miserable with all the ups and downs. My face is a mess. My life is a mess. My internal battles have worn me down. My indignation with others telling me what to do is over.
Need I say more? I don’t think so. No more excuses. No more just this one night. No more bullshit. I CAN do this. I WILL do this. Alcohol and I just don’t mix…have to keep reminding myself of that.
Time to crawl out of this hole….up the hill I go!!
I read a lovely post, well rather two, the other day, by Suzetta. She wrote beautifully on the topic of aging. And it got me to thinking about my own age, my own immortality. When we are young we don’t envision death. Our world revolves around life and living. At least that is the way I thought when I was in my twenties. I also thought that I would be dead by twenty-four. I was living a very fast paced life. But I didn’t care.
I’m now 61 and still here – go figure! Only the good die young and “That ship has sailed”, as Suzetta put it. And now I have questions. So many questions. Like, “Why me?” Why did I live and so many good people I know die? What is my purpose here on earth? Why did I spend so many years, so fucked up? What have I been running from all of my life?
I think it is my own insecurities about myself that have kept me in the swirl of alcohol. I’ve felt like a poser all of my life, like I’m not good enough and any day now all of these people around me will figure that out. That any day the other shoe will drop. But, I am good enough. And I need to work on my self-esteem. I am loveable. I know this, but it’s hard to accept this. Does that make sense?
So today I am going to be kind to myself. I am going to quit looking in the rear view mirror and self-flagellating myself. I am going to remove the thought that I am what I am, which is my excuse to continue drinking. I am going to give myself a little love. I am going to forget the past and focus on the now. Who I am today. And today I am a sober warrior who is making better choices. Choices to be the outstanding person that I know I truly am.
And I am going to work on the answer of “why me?”. Maybe, just maybe I do have a purpose for outlasting so many of my friends. So Day 5 here I come.
I absolutely love, love, love that each new day is like a “give over”. If I didn’t get things right yesterday, or didn’t accomplish all I wanted to get done, I have another shot at it today. How cool is that?
So Day 3 begins and I am ready. I’ve done my little morning readings and mantras and I’m ready for whatever today may bring. I am still in a very happy place, relieved actually, to be giving up the booze, but we all know how quickly that can turn so I will be vigilant.
I slept lousy last night, probably due to the fact that yesterday I took a really, really long nap. And although I have been eating very healthy lately I splurged last night big time – I’m talking 2 dark chocolate dove ice cream bars, more chocolate and any leftover crap/chips I could find in the pantry. My body feels miserable today – it likes healthy, go figure!
Life is good. Alcohol is evil. Easy Peasy right? We CAN do this!! I CAN do this!!…baby steps….
It’s been six months since my last post. I struggled with whether to write again…or not. I’ve had my share of ups and downs, but that’s life, right? Though I haven’t been drinking daily, I have been drinking, and I don’t like it. Alcohol and I just don’t mix – ha! Understatement of the year – you think?
So I’m giving sobriety another swing. When I drink, I am an all or nothing kind of girl. Just like a lot of you, go figure we are so much alike. And I’m tired of waking up and not remembering the ending of the night, or who I called, texted, emailed and what trouble I may have gotten into, of forgotten conversations with my kids, of the self loathing I feel the next day. Of the pain I am causing to my body, not to mention all the bruises that I am clueless about.
Anyway, I’m going to try different, because obviously what I have been doing is not working. Changes need to be made. I need to participate more in this wonderful sober world online. I need to reach out to more people when I am struggling. I should probably start going to AA meetings and reach out to them as well. I need to quit telling myself that I am better – that I am not drinking daily. This is not better, this is just prolonging my agony.
I still read blogs daily, but it has been more to pass the time than to take the lessons they are giving. I need to take those lessons. So many wonderful people living sober lives. So many trying to live sober lives. And then there’s me, squandering it away. I want to be like all of you brave warriors that are living an authentic life. I want that!!
So if you want to become a pen pal I’m ready. And I would love to have accountability. My email is firstname.lastname@example.org. Thank you to all who have supported me in the past. I promise not to let you down. I promise not to let ME down. Day 2 begins. I CAN do this.
We’ve called in hospice for my 93 year old mother-in-law. She has stopped eating.
My father, who is 91, fell and broke his hip last Saturday (he lives alone) so I now have him in rehab down by me. Surgery went smooth compared to the war I am going to go through moving him out of his house and into assisted living.
This past week has tried my soul. But I am being a warrior. And I am counting my blessings, though right now it is a stretch to find any.
In one week I am taking a trip for 4 days with daughter #2 (somewhere warm) and I am hoping that we can still go, that life doesn’t throw another curve ball my way.
“Sometimes good things fall apart, so better things can fall together.”
Ah life!! If it isn’t one thing, it’s another. But this too shall pass. Carry on sober warriors!!