tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793963380331538262024-03-05T12:43:42.600-06:00Experience, Strength, and HopeLife with Addiction, Mental Illness, Sobriety, Recovery, and Godmariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700941649031924777noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179396338033153826.post-83329101658051992222013-05-21T22:46:00.002-05:002013-05-21T22:46:51.583-05:00Sponsorship in Recovery<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sponsorship can mean so many things. <em>To me</em> it means a mentor, someone who can show you the ropes, so to speak. Someone who has been in similar situations and knows how you feel and has found a way of life that brings them peace and joy, and is willing to share how they found this way of life with you.<br />
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What a sponsor should not do, <em>in my opinion</em>, is demand anything!<br />
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A sponsor is someone who suggests, leads, and directs one on their spiritual path, in a general way. The exact path cannot be orchestrated by a sponsor...influenced, yes, but not planned out in detail.<br />
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<em>"Don't make goals out of the spiritual path. A goal implies time, working toward something in the future. But the spiritual path is about discovering what you already are. You are the goal. Now come to understand what that means and live it." ~ Unknown author</em></div>
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What does sponsorship mean to you? Have you experienced sponsors who have dictated your daily decisions? How has this worked or not worked for you? </div>
mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700941649031924777noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179396338033153826.post-74961087498390915752013-01-20T23:44:00.001-06:002013-01-20T23:44:27.148-06:00Gratitude is Action Not Opinion<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Saying I am grateful isn't enough for me these days...well, maybe on some days it is, but what is enough for me isn't always what is healthiest for me.<br />
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I've been taking more time to myself in quiet meditation, just observing my surroundings and noting the things I see, hear, and taste. It seems to keep my daydreaming and worrisome thoughts away. Keeps me focused on the here and now.<br />
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One day at a time becomes one moment at a time. And in those moments is where I become grateful without even trying to be. I have always had to try so hard to be positive and thankful. My nature is definitely that of a pessimist.<br />
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But when I stay in the moment with one thought at a time AND have no opinion about whether things are good or bad, I can't be negative...no opinions allowed, right? I allow myself to identify things as healthy or unhealthy, but not as good or bad.<br />
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After doing this for a few days now, I have come to realize that the majority of the moments in my life are fairly neutral anyway. It is my opinions about them that make them negative.<br />
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I guess in my case, I have to remove all my judgements about things before being able to take a walk on that wild, positive side. I guess when I don't judge things my true self is revealed and it shouts gratitude everytime!<br />
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mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700941649031924777noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179396338033153826.post-78795030034511264892013-01-16T11:26:00.000-06:002013-01-20T23:48:16.815-06:00Emotional Sobriety<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Thank you for the response to my last email. I have decided for now to continue posting here since I feel this is the best way to reach those individuals specifically in recovery or interested in recovery.<br />
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Today I am going to talk a little about emotional sobriety. Emotional sobriety involves having peace of mind regardless of what is going on around you. It involves maintaining a clear head, and trusting in the process of life - "living life on life's terms." Accepting what you cannot change. Having faith. Taking a deep breath and not flipping out when things don't go your way or when you become fearful or worried.<br />
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Feelings are not facts. Feeling a certain way does not mean that in reality things are going the way I think they are. For example...<br />
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Last night I became extremely fearful of some things that were upsetting my daughter at her school. I feared that she was being exposed to unfair and possible cruel acts by her teacher. I feared that her emotional development was being compromised. I feared that I wasn't doing a good job at protecting her from a teacher who doesn't know how to relate to kids in a positive, supportive manner.<br />
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I took a deep breath after listening to her concerns and went to a meeting. Talked about it at the meeting and decided to bring my concerns to the school director the next day. Sounds simple and mature and emotionally sound enough, doesn't it?<br />
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Well, what ended up happening is I got home and went to discuss my fears and how upset I was with my husband and the first thing he said that I didn't agree with launched me into a rage of blaming him for not supporting me, not seeing things my way, for not wanting her to take this class to begin with.<br />
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My fears escalated to not knowing what to do, not being able to handle this on my own, to going crazy with worry about the whole situation. I ended up saying things to him that I regret and later had to make amends for my hateful words. All based on fear.<br />
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The facts are my daughter is safe, my husband supports me, I am not a bad or neglectful mother, and I don't know for sure how this teacher really is. I do know how she is making my daughter feel, however, my daughter's feelings may not be facts either.<br />
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Couple all this with the fact that I was physically ill all day with a migraine and dealing with my other daughter's science project challenges at ten o'clock at night (which had me already frustrated with my husband for not helping her while I was gone) and its no wonder I lost control of my emotions.<br />
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The bottom line is sometimes things like this just happen. Sometimes we can't keep it together. Sometimes we don't even know how stressed we are until we explode. If I hadn't been sick earlier in the day, I would have had more "spiritual time" to myself and been better prepared to handle the stressors that evening. If I would have know that my husband was going to use "tough love" on my procrastinating daughter by not helping her with her science project, I would have stayed home from my meeting. <br />
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All of this makes me realize that my daughter's complaints about her teacher, while upsetting to her, and therefore to me, would have been easier to handle had I been more spiritually fit that day.<br />
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Today, I will spend extra time with my meditation books, I will get a nap in, I will take some extra quiet time to myself, I will write, and pray, and do all the things I normally do to prepare myself for the upcoming evening when everyone gets home.<br />
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Emotional sobriety for me includes recognizing that I am human and will make mistakes and forgiving myself for them. It means that when I am sick, tired and lonely, I will be more suseptible to emotional binges like last night.<br />
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Sometimes these things catch up with me before I realize it. But when I look back on the situation I find there are ways I could have prevented the emotional upset I caused myself and others. Different choices I could have made. And just knowing this gives me hope for the future.<br />
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I can learn and do things differently next time. "Progress not perfection" is what I have been taught. Watch out for "HALT" (being hungry, angry, lonely, and tired) and "Easy Does It."<br />
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Any thoughts? <br />
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mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700941649031924777noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179396338033153826.post-11954882360259604872012-12-31T10:10:00.001-06:002012-12-31T10:10:13.918-06:00How Many People Read This Blog?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hi, all. Happy New Year! I am considering moving this blog to a different site, but before I do, I want to know how many of you read this post. If there are a fair number of people still following this blog, I may not move it.<br />
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Leave a comment, even if it is just a punctuation mark, so I can tally your acknowledgement of this request. Thanks so much, and have a safe, sober and fun new year's eve. </div>
mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700941649031924777noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179396338033153826.post-74633596895695425982012-07-16T16:17:00.000-05:002012-07-16T16:17:27.750-05:00Acceptance Check<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Not accepting my limitations and the limitations of others is something that has caused me great pains, and I know that I am not unique in that. I have found that working on acceptance of myself - and all of my flaws - has allowed me to more easily accept the flaws of others. I'll say it again because I have to remind myself of how backwards I had it for years. I HAVE TO ACCEPT MYSELF BEFORE I CAN TRULY ACCEPT OTHERS. This is just how it works for me.<br />
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Several years ago, at 4 years sober, I was in the midst of agonizing non-acceptance. My job was stressful to the point of causing me physical and mental illness which landed me twice in the hospital. The first time, the health care professionals said I needed to change my lifestyle to fit my limitations and my reply was, "No, I need to change my physical and mental capabilities to fit the lifestyle I want" (or thought I "needed"). Needless to say, this attitude is why I ended up in the hospital the second time, six months later.<br />
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Since then I have not been able to work which leads me to a discussion on tradition 7 (self-supporting through my own contributions.) I spent three years berating myself for not being capable of working because of my illnesses. Rather than being grateful, I felt guilty for the help I received financially, and angry at myself because I was not able to be "self-supportive."<br />
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Upon honest appraisal, pride and self-pity (which is pride is reverse according the one of our books) were the real reasons for my misery. I will write more about this in a subsequent post.<br />
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I am just coming off of a year-long step 4 and 5 journey (a searching and fearless moral inventory and many step 5 sessions with my sponsor and counselor.) As a result, I am slowly beginning to accept my limitations as well as my character defects.<br />
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The first frees me from the chains of pride and egoism while the second frees me from the torture of attempting perfectionism. I work steps 6 and 7 on my character defects, and I work on acceptance of my physical and mental limitations.<br />
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How to tell the difference between the two used to stress me out. The Serenity Prayer (Grant me the serenity to acceptance what I can't change, courage to change what I can and the wisdom to know the difference) was very applicable during these times, but I found out that wisdom to know the difference isn't just given to me because I ask for it - I had to do the work in steps 4 and 5 to gain that wisdom. It was SO hard but well worth it.<br />
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What do you have difficulty accepting? What actions have helped you come to accept things in your life that you used to fight against?</div>mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700941649031924777noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179396338033153826.post-35975420663513360982012-06-30T20:40:00.000-05:002012-07-16T15:46:52.079-05:00Finding a Higher Power<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The following excerpt from p. 46 in the Big Book says it all for me:<br />
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"we discovered we did not need to consider another’s conception of God. Our own conception, however inadequate,was sufficient to make the approach and to effect a contact with Him. As soon as we admitted the possible existence of a Creative Intelligence, a Spirit of the Universe underlying the totality of things, we began to be possessed of a new sense of power and direction, provided we took other simple steps."</blockquote>
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For me, this meant that I had to<br />
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1) Let go of every idea about God that I ever had.<br />
2) Let go of everyone else's idea of God that I was exposed to.<br />
3) Admit to the possibility of this power's existence only - not to what it is or isn't, but just to that it may or does exist.<br />
4) Ask that power to reveal itself to me.<br />
5) Continually work the 12 steps (so that I can perceive that power as it reveals itself to me and so that I can stay in contact with that power from then on.)<br />
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Beyond this I wonder if there is any other way to explain or describe my experience that would be of use to someone else. Would it be futile to share my concept of my higher power if my concept only works for me? Would it be a waste of time for anyone else to try and use my concept of my higher power for their concept of their higher power?<br />
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A definition of "concept" states:<br />
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"A general idea derived or inferred from specific instances or occurrences."</blockquote>
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My concept of my higher power is based on my personal "instances and occurences", and I assume yours would be based off of your personal "instances and occurences", but I don't know. I know that I don't know.
What I do suggest, however, especially if you are 1) new or 2) having difficulty connecting with your higher power is to drop all that you think that you know about this power, and then ask it to reveal (or re-reveal) itself to you.<br />
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And for goodness sakes, please make sure you are working the steps on a continuous basis. That is our part - our ONLY part; the steps are the "footwork." God takes care of the rest as it is stated in the continuation of the aforementioned excerpt:<br />
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"We found that God does not make too hard terms with those who seek Him. To us, the Realm of Spirit is broad, roomy, all inclusive; never exclusive or forbidding to those who earnestly seek. It is open, we believe, to all men.”</blockquote>
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How did I used seek this power? By working the rules of various churches, retreats, and revivals - all of which work for many people, I have no doubt - and by working my insane rules of getting my way (i.e., bargaining, begging, pleading, crying) which never lead me to finding God. For me and for most alcoholics I know, the only thing that enables us to find our higher power is the 12 Steps of Alcoholics Anonymous.<br />
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So, if you are an alcoholic, I encourage you to seek your higher power by working ALL of the Steps because<br />
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<em>"rarely have we seen a person fail who has thoroughly followed our path.......If you have decided you want what we have and are willing to go to any length to get it -- then you are ready to take certain steps."</em></blockquote>
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When I was newly sober:<br />
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- I went to as many meetings as possible, always in awe of how the people in those meetings talked about having or having had the same feelings and experiences as I was having. I heard over and over and over again how long term sobriety is precarious without working the steps. I also heard that I needed to work the steps with a sponsor. So, after 30 days...<br />
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- I got a sponsor<br />
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- called her everyday for the first month or two<br />
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- and started working the steps with her.<br />
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- I joined a homegroup within the first month. For a long time my homegroup was a Big Book study. Currently, it is a 12 Step study. I recommend any newcomer to go to at least one Big Book and one 12 Step meeting every week (in addition to any other meetings you go to.)<br />
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- I helped set up and clean up before/after meetings or at least came a bit early to smile at some familiar faces (I was so shy and insecure that talking was too much for me.)<br />
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- I journaled daily.<br />
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- Every morning, I asked God to help me stay sober, safe and sane<br />
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- and thanked him for my day of sobriety every night.<br />
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- I listened to a lot of speaker tapes, in my car and at home so that I didn't have any time to get lost in my own thoughts, because they never lead anywhere good at the time.<br />
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- I identified my triggers and with my sponsor's help came up with a plan of action for each.<br />
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- I referred quite often to a thin, yellow book called "Living Sober: Some methods A.A. members have used for not drinking," published by A.A. World Services.<br />
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I still do most of these things almost eight years later. They worked for me then and still do, and for that I am grateful.<br />
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What did you do to cope when you were first sober?</div>mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700941649031924777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179396338033153826.post-66049682323164213332012-06-23T20:15:00.000-05:002012-07-16T15:34:30.747-05:00Sixth Step<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My experience with step six seems to always involve praying for the willingness to want God to remove my character defects . Sometimes I even have to pray for the willingness to be willing to pray for the willingness to have Him remove them. Step 6 is so much harder for me than 7 because in 6 I have to become ready, I have to be willing, I have to want God to change me and until that happens, not much happens except for maybe an increase in my levels of irritability and discontentment.<br />
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For the last several months I have been praying for God to help me become entirely ready to quit smoking. He has done that for me. I went from not wanting to quit to actually, honestly wanting to. I have a support plan in place and have been quit for ten days now, one day at a time.
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Currently, I am praying for help to become entirely ready to have God remove my character defect of guilt, which I have over being sick and unavailable to my 2 school-age children several times a month due to chronic, migraines (which are not my fault unless I do not keep vigilance on my stress and activity levels.)<br />
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So, I either curtailed my out-of-the-house activities with them (which they don't like, of course) or push myself and pay for it later on in the week when the fatigue and pain sets in. Either way, my crazy thinking tells me, "You are a bad mom. Your children deserve someone better; someone who isn't sick. They are getting short-changed because of you." Hence, the guilt, which triggers and then so eloquently cycles with anger and self-pity (over not being able to control my physical ailments.)<br />
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I am not there yet, but God has brought me through Step 6 with so many other defects that I have no reason to believe He won't see me through this one, too.<br />
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What is your experience with step six or with being truly ready for God to change you?</div>mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700941649031924777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179396338033153826.post-7060809226875754332012-06-20T19:55:00.000-05:002012-06-22T22:52:12.873-05:00A Quick Thought on Meditation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Recently, I began focusing on my breath during meditation. Breathe in and out. In and out. Concentrating on the air filling my center. And when other thoughts come to mind, as they usually do, I simply notice them like I would a piece of chewed gum on the sidewalk - stepping over those thoughts and then returning to my breath.<br />
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When I first began this practice I saw those chewed pieces of gum every where, and many would stick to my shoe, too! :)<br />
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Now, on good days, I don't see any gum at all, and on really good days I become so relaxed and centered that I doze off after about 20 minutes!<br />
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What do you focus on during your meditations?</div>mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700941649031924777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179396338033153826.post-83401520283884446252012-06-16T19:35:00.000-05:002012-06-16T19:35:52.585-05:00Alcoholic Perfectionism<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Me! I am my own worst critic (as the cliche says.) I find that the harder I am on myself and the more expectations I have of myself then the more I expect from others. Goes to show that when something is bothering me about the actions (or non-actions) of others, I really DO need to look at what is going on within myself.</div>
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This week is a good example. I have been lonely (still not sure why); restless and anxious (probably because the kids are now on summer vacation,) which leads to mental, physical, and emotional exhaustion for me, which significantly depletes my spiritual reserves.</div>
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My expectations for myself have been very high lately. Examples, include: to be ok with groups of 11-year-old girls coming in and out of my house all day (after all, I like knowing where they are and what they are doing - i.e., control. :) I am also on the other side of a severe depressive episode, and feel guilty for not doing more than my share of the housework to make up for my lack of it over the last year (even though those expectations are mine alone, and my husband would be glad to help if I'd just ask. But, no, instead I made snide remarks and played the martyr this morning about all of the things on my plate today. Later, when I made amends, I told him I was overwhelmed and we had a good talk.)</div>
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I know that I need time to myself each day to connect to my Higher Power, and with the kids home now, I just don't get it. And that statement just made me realize why I am feeling lonely (I miss my God.) I think I may need to work Step 11 extra hard this summer. :)</div>
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In what ways does your fear of making mistakes or of not being "good enough" cause you distress?</div>
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Here's a unique book I came across, written for elementary school-aged children about a stuffed animal monkey that comes to life to help the children he lives with cope with their mother's alcoholism. Find more info at dudleythegorilla.com<br />
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Thinking of joining an email Big Book study that I found listed on aa-intergroup.org. I found this resource in the March 2012 Grapevine. Does anyone have any experience with credible online sobriety groups? Care to share? Thanks.</div>mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700941649031924777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179396338033153826.post-61344056886282871622012-04-08T12:33:00.002-05:002012-04-08T12:33:45.363-05:00Resentments and Dysfunction<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I ignored them my whole life. Numbed them with alcohol until the alcohol no longer worked for me; until it turned against me by making my oblivion as awful as my reality. No more escape, not in the bottle or anywhere because "everywhere I went, there I was" (one of my favorite quotes.)<br />
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So, I wrote, worked the steps in several programs, with several sponsors, saw a multitude of doctors and health care professionals, yet I remained ill - very, very ill - until one day I attempted the only escape plan I had never tried - suicide. It was an act of complete desperation. I was a rat in a maze, a prisoner in a labyrinth of darkness and suffering, a crazed animal cornered by predators, no longer able to run or fight back, for my energy had depleted; my will to live had extinguished; my heart pumped blood and self-hate through my body and mind. I needed both to stop. God had other plans (doesn't he always?) :)<br />
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I have been participating in intense therapy for the last ten months with the most wonderfully trained therapist I have ever met. It has been a long, grueling process - one that I am still in the midst of - but I have made so much progress. Resentments and dysfunction sometimes go deeper than what the steps can reach. "Problems other than alcohol" do exist. I have first hand experience with them. However, these problems can never be addressed fully if sobriety is not first intact. As my sponsor says, "We can always add on to our program but nothing can ever take the place of it."<br />
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I am on my eighth year of sobriety, and I am told that emotional sobriety is harder than physical sobriety. I am knee deep in my journey to emotional sobriety, and apparently, "I am right on time."</div>mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700941649031924777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179396338033153826.post-41248411267338706222012-03-18T10:19:00.000-05:002012-03-18T10:19:33.040-05:00Message Out of the Bottle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh__aMNd3tXX47KR22W6r4UYG8YJnYhhqEKy8sMUCaqkxYhvD8sDNNgoYRBL-S9Keh8fv-RkgGJba0Y4SBvY4W8yLEIeE3CKlvB9UmJzAAFAfzb2hz7ywhFj2zzMg_e5stzxkCk_UK9X8c/s1600/nicubunu_Message_in_a_Bottle.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh__aMNd3tXX47KR22W6r4UYG8YJnYhhqEKy8sMUCaqkxYhvD8sDNNgoYRBL-S9Keh8fv-RkgGJba0Y4SBvY4W8yLEIeE3CKlvB9UmJzAAFAfzb2hz7ywhFj2zzMg_e5stzxkCk_UK9X8c/s1600/nicubunu_Message_in_a_Bottle.png" /></a></div><br />
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My last post was eleven months ago. I have not thought about this blog more than a handful of times since then, but this week it kept popping up in my mind. Finally, I followed the nudge to sign in and check messages.<br />
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I found out my yahoo email account connected to this blog was deactivated because of non-use. So, I hopped on over here to Blogger to see if there were any comments, and low and behold there are two new ones left just in the last week (when I started thinking about this blog again.) The only comments before these new ones are the ones that you all left last April when I announced that I was stepping away from this blog. I find this quite....what's the word I am looking for? bizarre, cool, amazing, exciting, weird....<br />
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Anyway, I hope everyone is well. I am in a better place than last year at this time. I didn't stop writing, but only recently has my writing become more positive in a "real" sense versus a "fake it 'til you make it" sense. I might be finally be "making it" little by little, one day at a time.</div>mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700941649031924777noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179396338033153826.post-9291615119699887932011-04-25T19:51:00.004-05:002011-04-25T20:02:28.908-05:00Sobriety, Emotional and Mental Disorders<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38226774@N00/5655752686/" title="Great Langdale Big Walk by Mikey Bean, on Flickr"><img alt="Great Langdale Big Walk" height="300" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5070/5655752686_ddf85a5909_m.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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I am alive. Thank you to those who have inquired about my hiatus. Recovery is a peculiar thing. Being alcohol-free is not as free as it sounds. For me, it has cost the blissful ignorance I used to have about my true nature.<br />
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I have been coming to terms with some hard truths about myself. Some UGLY, hard truths, which I am processing through more so than ever currently. As a result, I have had to step back from blogging for a bit because I believe it is in everyone's best interest to not throw too much crap out into the world. There is enough as it is. And honestly (because it is an honest program, after all :), that is all I've had to offer lately. And ironically, because of the 12 step program, I know that only being capable of slinging crap is ok as long as it is done in a way that doesn't harm anyone, including the program, and as long as I keep using the steps as my solution.<br />
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It says in the Big Book, "there are those, too, who suffer from grave emotional and mental disorders but many of them do recover if they have the capacity to be honest." Friends, I am here to tell you that I have that capacity and therefore, I HAVE HOPE! As long as there is breath inside of me, I have hope.<br />
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And I will continue to offer my experience and strength to others. For now, however, I have not the strength to do it on this blog. I am leaning hard on those around me. They are sharing their strength with me. It IS "how it works" and it is a beautiful thing.</div>mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700941649031924777noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179396338033153826.post-66866048913166041752011-04-03T12:19:00.000-05:002011-04-03T12:19:37.831-05:00Alcoholism, Mental Illness and Recovery<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Happy Spring! I hope everyone is doing well. Life continues around me and I am doing my best with God's help, of course, to keep up or at least survive each moment. I have been focusing on living in the present, not dwelling on the past too much nor worrying about the future. Those are some tough tasks for me and not because I like to think about the past and future too much but rather because the present moments are often difficult to bear.<br />
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I have a great life and many, many blessings for which I am ever thankful to God. The difficulties remain in my mood swings and my powerlessness over mental illness. I asked the universe this week if there will ever come a day when I would rather be alive than dead. The universe didn't give me a definitive answer so I guess I'll keep plugging along. Maybe that is the answer; just keep plugging along.<br />
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I have a friend who has a teenager who is depressed and he often self-mutilates by cutting. She knows my history and asked me if I thought he was inflicting physical pain in an attempt to distract himself from his mental anguish. I said that I didn't know why he was doing it but the reason I did it at his age was because of self-hatred. <br />
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I had so much anger and was conditioned to stuff it as a child that when it eventually started boiling out of me, I took it out on myself in secrecy. Nobody knew so nobody punished me for expressing anger. Yet, I knew and ironically, inflicted my own punishment. Weird. I never really thought of it that way until now.<br />
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Today, I do not hate myself. In fact, I love myself because through the 12 step program and the examples of those women in the programs, I have learned how to see myself through God's eyes and that is an amazing gift to possess. I love myself with all of my heart!<br />
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However, I hate my mental illness symptoms as much as I hated being alcoholic when I first got sober. Today, I am indifferent about having alcoholism. It is what it is and I am so grateful that the solution found in the 12 steps works for me and my alcoholism.<br />
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Maybe some day I will feel the same about mental illness. However, for today, my symptoms are extremely painful and I struggle to find peace in them. Yet, I remain hopeful. I turn to God at every painful moment for help and I turn to him at every peaceful moment to give thanks. I learned to do that by working the 12 steps "in all my affairs."<br />
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In addition to working my program, I continue to take other actions necessary to treat my mental illness (going to my psychiatrist monthly, being honest with her and others about my symptoms, taking care of myself to the best of my ability and most importantly, not being too hard on myself.)<br />
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I do not have any more power over my bipolar disorder than I do over my alcoholism. In both cases, the only power I have is in the willingness to take the actions suggested to me by others. So, that is what I will keep doing...I'll just keep plugging along and we'll see what happens...</div>mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700941649031924777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179396338033153826.post-91287878606222136052011-03-23T10:57:00.002-05:002011-03-23T11:01:54.885-05:00Do Alcoholics Have the Option to Choose Self Control?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">My ten year old daughter continues to exhibit bipolar symptoms, specifically anger and irritability, morning, noon, and night. Yesterday morning, I kept my cool with her and my serenity was not affected. This morning, on the other hand, I responded to her disrespectful actions and words with my own anger and frustration and my serenity vanished. Poof! Gone…<br />
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Afterwards, I went outside and sat in the morning sunshine to read a spiritual (although, not recovery-based) meditation book a friend gave to me this week. I immediately felt a sense of peace and relief as I read the words I needed to hear until I got to the last part which discussed self-control. It reads:<br />
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Self-control??? I have no self-control! If I did, I wouldn't need a 12-step program for my alcoholism. WTF? Does this mean normal people have a choice when it comes to self-control because I sure don't. On the contrary, I am out of control. I am powerless. My life is unmanageable by me. I am unmanageable by me.<br />
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I am not in a great place at the moment. Therefore, I am reaching out to my fellow alcoholics and humbly asking you to share your experience, strength, and hope on this self-control thing. Am I missing something? <br />
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I choose to admit that I am powerless (step 1.) I choose to believe my life is unmanageable and that God can restore me to sanity (step 2.) I choose to make the decision to turn my life over to God (step 3.) I choose to write down my faults (step 4.) I choose to talk with my sponsor about them (step 5.) I choose to be willing to have God remove my faults (step 6.) I choose to ask him to remove them (step 7.) I choose to make a list of those I have harmed (step 8) and to make amends except when to do so would injure them or others (step 9.) I choose to review my conduct each day (step 10.) I choose to pray and meditate (step 11.) I choose to try to practice the principles of the program in all of my affairs and to carry the message of the program to other alcoholics (step 12.) <br />
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But can I choose to have self-control? Can I choose to control myself? Can you?<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I hated them to a point of starving myself and binging and purging as a preteen. I hated them to the point of trying to slowly kill myself with alcohol from age 15-32. I hated them to the point of subjecting myself to demoralizing experiences with men from age 16-21. I hated them to the point of purposefully injuring my body with razor blade cuts from age 18-20. I hated them to the point of considering suicide several times IN SOBRIETY.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Don't you see that alcoholism is not about alcohol as much as it is about an illness of the mind that wants to destroy the soul using any means possible? Anorexia, bulimia, drugs, sex, self-injury, suicide...it doesn't care which does the job...they are all a means to the same end which is a full separation from the "sunlight of the spirit," from God, from Love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">For me, being sober is no guarantee that I won't die from this disease. For me, the only hope I have to transcend decades of self-hate is to love and accept all of me, including my character defects. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Why? Because for today, I believe that my character defects are present as a direct result of a lack of love. Therefore, to continue to deny myself of love would merely perpetuate their existence.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The act of loving myself unconditionally - defects and all - will eventually eradicate these defects. Is this not the same thing as being willing and humbly asking God to remove my character defects as it is written in Steps 6 and 7? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Because what IS God but LOVE? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So it is LOVE that will remove them...God's love in me loving me. Me loving me with God's love. God and me, God's love and my love - one in the same.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">For who am I but an extension of God's love? God, Himself, said that He created us in His own image...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Therefore, if I believe I was created in His image then I have to believe that I was not created <strong><em><u>out of</u></em></strong> love - as something separate from love - but rather that I was created <em><strong><u>AS love</u></strong></em>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My <strong><em><u>true self IS love</u></em></strong>. <strong><em><u>I AM love</u></em></strong>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Therefore, to not love, to not be myself, to not <u><em><strong>BE love</strong></em></u> is to kill my true self. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Does this make sense to you? Care to share any thoughts?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">For a clearer explanation read the following article.</span><br />
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<a href="http://karing4u.blogspot.com/2011/03/transcending-into-love.html">U N I V I S I O N S: Transcending into Love</a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">This idea keeps presenting itself to me in various ways lately and this post is an attempt to relate what is being revealed to me to my alcoholism (NOT to my drinking problem but to my ALCOHOLISM, which includes all of the illness mentioned above...the eating disorder, bipolar symptoms, depression, etc.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Thanks for reading and letting me share. Enjoy the music video below, <em>All You Need is Love</em> by The Beatles.</span><br />
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</div>mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700941649031924777noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179396338033153826.post-10494737237075416252011-02-22T20:53:00.002-06:002011-02-22T20:55:47.436-06:00Alcoholism, Sobriety, and Recovery - a Step Ten Spiritual Experience<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I listened to them fight. Like I used to be, she is sensitive, defensive, discontent, irritable, and miserable. Unlike me, she is only ten years old and has never touched a drop of alcohol. Yet, she thinks and acts like one who is drinking herself into an early grave. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Like my husband, my other daughter is selfless, kind, loving, as well as hurt and confused about why the former spews venomous words and blames her for all that is wrong in life. Unlike my husband, she is only five years old and was born into this alcoholic family rather than married into it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Doesn’t matter…we all have alcoholism and sometimes it really sucks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I have a sponsor, my daughter has a counselor, and we both have psychiatrists and God. I hate what I see and I cry because I can’t fix her any more than I can fix myself. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Step One</strong></span>: I am powerless. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Step Two</strong></span>: I believe God will restore my sanity (and my daughter's)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Step Three</strong></span>: and at times, I allow Him to restore mine. The times when I don't is when I focus on my fears. For example, I become scared to death for my children and agonize over the pain of living from which I cannot completely protect them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Step Four</strong></span>: During these times, it is best for me to write out my fears and the ways in which I may be harming them by not allowing them to feel their own growing pains, for example. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Step Five</strong></span>: I discuss these things with my sponsor on a regular basis merely because they surface on a regular basis. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Step Six</strong></span>: I want God to remove my fears and seemingly selfless actions that are, in reality, an attempt to relieve the suffering I experience when I see my children suffering. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Step Seven</strong></span>: I ask God to remove these fears, defects, and shortcomings from me as He sees fit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Step Eight</strong></span>: I place myself at the top of the list and any others whom I have harmed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Step Nine</strong></span>: I make amends to myself for the browbeating I often inflict on my own conscience (which only fuels my alcoholism.) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Step Ten</strong></span>: ??? Oh, Step 10, where are youuuuu???</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It is at this exact point in my recent working of the steps, in which flames of “you’re a terrible mother” and “look at what you did to these kids” and “this is all your fault” ignite; my alcoholism trying to convince me that I have power; that some how I can control my life and my children's lives. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">If I believe these lies, which I often do, I go along living life until I, once again, experience enough pain to return to Step One (and admit my powerlessness, once again!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Insidious disease!!! I haven’t worked Step 10 in months. The others, many times as I described above. However, even a thorough 4th -9th step-run only straightens me out for a few weeks and then I am back where I started. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I kept asking, “Why? Why?” and this weekend He told me, “...no Step 10 work.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“She does steps 4-9 repeatedly. That’s the same thing…even BETTER than a step 10,” my disease retorted. God smiled and like that smart little dog from the Wizard of Oz who pulled back the curtain to reveal a mere man pretending to be a great and powerful Wizard, God revealed the simplicity and significance of Step 10 to me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My focus has been on the great and powerful Steps 4-9 (which are great and powerful in their own right.) However, for me, Step 10 works behind the curtain tirelessly to maintain the phenomenal effects of 4-9, as the carnival man did to control the powerful effects of the “wizard.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">If I work step 10 on a daily basis, maybe I will be less likely to fall backwards as quickly as I have been on my Steps 4-9 every-other-month plan…that plan isn't in the Big Book!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I also wonder if skipping step 10 is the reason that steps 11 and 12 have been such chores for me lately...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Thank you, God. Thank you, all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The last two months have been up and down but constantly busy. I hit a depressive bottom a few weeks ago that had been building up for about a month. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I have noticed a pattern of late…every few months I suffer from a depressive episode followed by a month of euphoria and lastly, a slow decline into the next depressive state. Up and down, up and down. Such is the life of living with bipolar disease or alcoholism or both.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I discussed the challenges of having both mental illness and alcoholism with a couple of ladies in the program, who have both, and in our experience it is a pain in the butt!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">There are some who will say that the two illnesses are one in the same; that as one’s spiritual condition improves the mental twists of these diseases will subside. In my experience, this is true for alcoholism but not always for bipolar depression. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I had a sponsor who did not suffer from depression in sobriety and therefore, couldn’t understand the mental and physical anguish I was experiencing at the time. She implored me to “get out of myself” and do more service work, to work harder on the steps, especially one through three, to get out of my self-pity, make gratitude lists, and go to more meetings.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I did these things and I continued to deteriorate until I tried to take my own life – after years of sobriety. Why? Because I became hopeless. I became hopeless because I was doing all of the things that make a “normal” alcoholic’s spiritual life blossom into a beautiful garden of serenity. Because I was doing what she was doing and it wasn’t having the same effect on me as it was her. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">When I came to the rooms of this 12 step program I had lost all hope, I had hit bottom, I was out of answers. I found hope again by working the 12 steps of the program. I was amazed, grateful, humbled, and relieved. I finally found a way to connect with my God and I finally felt peace. I finally felt like I had a purpose in life – like I belonged here. I finally felt that sense of ease and comfort as I placed myself in the hands of my Creator by doing what was suggested to me; by doing what worked so well for others.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So, three years later when these solutions kept working for those around me and they no longer worked for me, I lost all hope once again. I hit another bottom. Alcohol definitely stopped working for me but how could a spiritual program of love and service stop working? I was devastated, in disbelief, terrified, and more hopeless than I had ever been while still drinking. (Even writing about it now literally takes my breath away.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Now, almost four more years later, I continue to hit emotional bottoms every few months. I continue to ride the roller coaster of mental illness, which has many of the same strange and peculiar mental twists as alcoholism but in my experience, is not as easily managed by spiritual improvement alone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The book tells me that alcoholism is a mental obsession and a physical allergy. The 12 steps removed my mental obsession for alcohol, which in turn, significantly reduces the chances of me drinking and activating the physical allergy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Mental illness is not a mental obsession perse nor is it a physical allergy of some sort. It is a medical disease based mostly on the imbalance of certain chemicals in the brain. For many who have both mental illness and alcoholism, medication, the 12 steps, counseling at times, and a number of other interventions are needed. For many of those who are strictly alcoholic, the 12 steps are enough to recover.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Mental illness is real. Alcoholism is real. They both hurt. They both kill. They both affect all aspects of one’s being, physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual. However, not everyone who has mental illness is alcoholic and not everyone who is a sober alcoholic has mental illness (in the brain chemical imbalance sense.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Therefore, when I am having trouble coping with life and someone’s tells me to work the steps harder, get out of myself, stop feeling sorry for myself, make gratitude lists, help others, go to more meetings and I do take these actions yet continue to get worse, I know that I need to call a professional in for help. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">If I do what is suggested to me and my condition improves then yay! for the steps and this wonderful program for alcoholics (I repeat, “this program for alcoholics” not this program for alcoholics with bipolar depression.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Now, I can hear some of those in my meetings saying, “You’re not unique. Don’t single yourself out. You’re not different.” These statements are true in and of themselves, however, I think many people use them out of context. After all, don’t we say that we can’t drink like normal people? Aren’t our bodies and minds different than that of the average social drinker? And for goodness sakes, our own Grapevine is singling out alcoholics who are also gay, in their current issue. Why then, can’t my body and mind be different than the average or normal alcoholic?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In summary, I want to reiterate for myself a few things that I have learned over the past couple of years:</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">don’t lumped people into a big category pot with cookie cutter solutions</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">don’t assume that I know best about what someone needs to do just because it worked that way for me</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">don’t forget that we are all individuals with particular needs that only a Higher Power knows how to fulfill and sometimes He does so through the minds and actions of those outside of the program (i.e., medical professionals, clergy, spouse, non-alcoholic friend or family member)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">don’t assume that every solution lays at the end of improving my spiritual condition but that it may be possible for the improved spiritual condition to be but the beginning of a road that leads me to the tangible solutions my Higher </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Power wants to bring me to (i.e., medication, counseling, major life-style changes, etc.)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">be humble and try to remember that I don’t know anything as far as what is best for me, you, or the man on the moon</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">ask for help</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">easy does it</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">don’t quit before the miracle happens (or after it happens because for me, the need for and the appearance of subsequent miracles continues on and on, up and down, etc., etc.)</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Ok, all you program people - you have got to read this. My only comment is that I am glad the medical field is finally catching up with what us drunks learned a long time ago. Geesh! Just another thing to be grateful for, right? ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Here are some highlights from Paul C.'s (blog author over at <a href="http://quoteflections.blogspot.com/2011/01/gratitude-is-not-for-wimps.html">quoteflections</a>) post:</span><br />
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"Far from being a warm, fuzzy sentiment, gratitude is morally and intellectually demanding, it requires contemplation, reflection and discipline. It can be hard and painful work." ~ Professor Robert Emmons, one of the study's researchers.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Damn right it's hard and painful work!!! (<-----that comment is mine.)</em></strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Additionally, Paul C. writes:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">"In (Emmon's) book he discusses 10 strategies to cultivate gratitude which include keeping journals, remembering the bad, learning prayers, appreciating one's senses, going through the right motions which will lead to positive emotions."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">This just gave me a chuckle - in a good way - as well as made me <em><strong>grateful</strong></em> that people, both in the rooms of recovery and in the normal world, continue to spread the message about the benefits of an "attitude of gratitude."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">One last thing...I just recently found Paul's blog and I thoroughly enjoy it. quoteflections is "a regular eclectic mind fix," as stated in its subtitle. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Thanks, Paul. I am grateful for you and your blog!</span></div>mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700941649031924777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179396338033153826.post-68479407693614059762011-01-30T15:46:00.001-06:002011-01-30T15:49:13.627-06:00Sobriety and Life Tie the Knot<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Sober living</span></strong> is hard, enjoyable, stressful, serene, tough, and simple. How can it be so many opposing things? It can for me because it is life, a mysterious experience of co-existing joy and sorrow, suffering and relief, pain and serenity. It is real, it is now, and it is unpredictable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I am going on seven consecutive weeks of family illnesses, snow days, holidays, birthdays, and crises - all the usual life events - with no end yet in sight. <strong><span style="font-size: large;">I want to run away via the bottle, the car, or in my really low spots, death.</span></strong> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Thank goodness God has other plans for me.</span></strong> Otherwise, I would be writing this drunk, from a deserted island, or not at all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I have a lot to complain about…many things I don’t like but as my sponsor says, I “don’t have to like it.” I also have a lot to be grateful for…many things that I do like…and when I focus on those aspects of my life I have a real chance at conforming to God’s will - staying sober, living with my family, and remaining alive.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>How do I keep my focus on the positives?</strong></span> I have only one answer: </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><strong>by working the 12 steps:</strong></span><br />
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<ol style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Admitting my powerlessness</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Believing God will restore me to sanity</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Trusting in His will</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Completing a thorough self-appraisal</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Calling my sponsor/telling her everything</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Being willing for God to improve my character</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Asking Him to improve my character</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Making a list of those whom I have harmed</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Making amends when appropriate</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Performing repeated self-appraisals</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Praying and meditating</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Practicing these principles in all areas of my life and carrying the message to other alcoholics through service work (going to meetings to share and listen, sponsoring other women, writing these blog posts, etc.)</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A long time ago, <span style="font-size: large;"><strong>life handed me a rope</strong></span> and sometimes I swing joyfully from it like a child and sometimes I am tempted to noose it and hang myself. Right now, I am <span style="font-size: large;"><strong>tying a knot in the end of it and hanging on</strong></span>…while God and those who love me stand underneath with open arms, waiting to catch me if I fall. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">What more could I ask for?</span><br />
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