18 months on the 26th, still hitting 2 or 3 meetings a day, the longer i stay sober, the closer i am to my next drink, my life fits inside a shot glass, what did i have to change? nothing but everything, soul building takes work, but so does drinking, still have problems but they are twice as easy to deal with than with the sauce, fear will keep you sober for a little while, when that wears off, we have to work with others to get out if our selves, otherwise, we are back on relapse boulevard, dang, gotta ditch the user friends, them or me, no more runnin with the pack,
restraint is my number one priority as i cease to fight anyone or anything,
weed helped, had fun, but i smoked like i drank, when i run out, there i go to the liquor store, gotta get a substitute for that life, gotta change my perception of the world, ran my own life, ended up tore up from the floor up, need a new manager, otherwise i'm toast,
Seamstress, I am sorry for your sadness and your daughter's pain. Suprema wrote it right, though of course "knowing" those words are right doesn't do much to help us feel the rightness.
I have gone to just a few Al-Anon meetings, but when I did, the ability to comprehend the simple truthfulness in my powerlessness over the alcoholic/their disease was instantaneous, and the relief was considerable. Nothing like sitting in a room full of others dealing with just the same sort of issues to find consolation and acceptance that it is/was not our fault.
I'm doing good, sobriety-wise. In just under three months will be my 19th year anniversary, so long as I don't make the terribly poor choice of having a drink. I've waded through the pull of enough emotional tides now to feel confident that I can deal with life, no matter what comes, but even so, I don't take my luck in sobriety for granted. It could all be wiped away in a second.
Convinced her that a little outdoor therapy would give her some outlet for her stress. She finally got outdoors and argued with the sky. Everyone has a struggle putting one foot in front of the other nearly every day.
In days gone by when I used get high,
Depleting all the world's supply,
I scared the pusher outa his mind,
When I shouted "More Weed!" in words unkind,
He slammed that door right in my face,
And the very next day he deserted the place,
Then I had a mind to quit that dope,
The cigarettes, booze, and the cannabis rope,
I went cold turkey and my wife did say,
"I like you way much better this way!"
And I ain't looked back got no regrets,
Cause the liquor and weed and the cigarettes,
Were makin me crazy and makin me sad,
Them fractures and stitches were hurtin real bad,
But none of my worries ever compared,
To troubles and woes of those that cared,
And the look they gave me was so sad,
Such wild and wicked ways I had,
So I gave it all up and turned a new leaf,
And saved us then so much grief,
So I don't smoke weed or partake of drink,
And really don't care much what folks think,
Ive smoked my share and drank my fill,
From Timbuktu to over the hill,
And really don't mind if other folks do,
Cause the grass is still green and the sky's still blue.
I say this with all the love in my heart that I can muster and for someone who is obviously laying it out there, truth be told.
Sometimes feeling like sh#t obviously beats the alternative.
Truth is good too.
I think you know where I'm going with this.
Right now it's like learning to an incredibly challenging new job, on top of all the other stuff you have to do. We've all been there and felt that way. Be proud of the hard work you're doing. Own it!