Yep, three whole months. And life just keeps getting better.
I had a nightmare last week, and it seemed so real that it freaked me out. In the dream, I was at a party and someone was encouraging me to have a beer. I finally gave in and slammed the beer. Instantly, in my dream, I felt ashamed, guilty, disappointed, sad, angry, lost. Somehow I knew I had to pick up my kids, and I tried to figure out a way to sober up before I went to get them. Then I started thinking about how I'd have to confess to Mike, my sponsor, and the whole AA club. I was so ashamed of myself. So ashamed that I'd thrown away the trust, belief and reparations I'd been trying so hard to build. I saw, in my mind, the faces of those I love: Mike, heartbroken; the kids, confused, sad and mistrustful... oh, the kids..... that's what broke my heart the most.
I was so thrilled when I woke up and figured out that it was a dream. But those horrible feelings about drinking lingered for a few days.
I am more committed than ever to stay sober, and to never go back to being the selfish, inconsiderate, mean, oblivious, over-dramatic bitch I used to be. I want my partner, my kids, my friends, my coworkers, my family to be proud of me, and to have confidence in me. I want to be known as someone who can be counted on, who follows through, who is available, gentle and inviting.
This is the person I'm becoming, and this is the person I want to be.
Thank you, God, for these last three months of awakening, thank you for serenity, courage and wisdom, and thank you for the continuing and increasing clarity and understanding.
Can't wait to see what happens next.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Two Months!
Today I have been sober for 67 days. Mike too. This last month was difficult on an emotional level, but we managed to stay sober.
Sorry I haven't been very good about the updates. I've been exhausted and uninspired for a month straight. I'm in the middle of another fibromyalgia flare-up, and it really, really hurts. In the past, I drank until it didn't hurt anymore. Now all I can do is take Tylenol, which doesn't even touch the pain. I won't take Lyrica, because it has addictive properties. That's the only drug out there that can touch fibro pain, or so I've heard. Thankfully, Mike understands my pain and exhaustion and is very gentle with me, protective of me, and very caring. I appreciate him more and more as time goes on.
By the way, I got my hair bleached out. I decided it's time for a little sun and lightness in my life. I'm turning in dark and dangerous for light and fun. I've been toying with the idea of going platinum blonde for a couple months, and decided now's the time. Pictures to follow.
I've also found that three meetings a week just do not fit into my lifestyle. I'm a busy single mom, and I have errands to run and appointments to keep, on top of caring for and nurturing my children and spending time with my partner. I'm finding that two meetings a week, and sometimes only one a week, is about all I can manage without totally exhausting myself. Especially now, when I'm physically feeling like crap and all I can think of at 4 PM is going home, putting on flannel jammies, and laying on the couch to watch TV and nap and try to regain some of the strength and energy that have been sapped during my work day. My sponsor aggrees that it's okay to fit the Program into your life, instead of making your life (and everyone in it) revolve around the Program. I've seen moms who are so engrossed in the Program, that their children are kind of getting lost. One plays Texas Hold'Em at the club several times a week until midnight or 1 AM, while her 5 yr old wanders aimlessly around the room, sometimes being called on to collect or hand out poker chips. I always feel bad for that kid. Most of his life is spent up at the Alano Club, and he is getting molded into his mother's program. I wonder if it's messing him up. When does he get to do kid things? Does he have any friends who aren't recovering adult alcoholics? Does he get to play with kids his own age?
Anyhow... enough of my musings. Life is manageable, even happy a lot of the time, and I am in recovery. Two months and counting.
Sorry I haven't been very good about the updates. I've been exhausted and uninspired for a month straight. I'm in the middle of another fibromyalgia flare-up, and it really, really hurts. In the past, I drank until it didn't hurt anymore. Now all I can do is take Tylenol, which doesn't even touch the pain. I won't take Lyrica, because it has addictive properties. That's the only drug out there that can touch fibro pain, or so I've heard. Thankfully, Mike understands my pain and exhaustion and is very gentle with me, protective of me, and very caring. I appreciate him more and more as time goes on.
By the way, I got my hair bleached out. I decided it's time for a little sun and lightness in my life. I'm turning in dark and dangerous for light and fun. I've been toying with the idea of going platinum blonde for a couple months, and decided now's the time. Pictures to follow.
I've also found that three meetings a week just do not fit into my lifestyle. I'm a busy single mom, and I have errands to run and appointments to keep, on top of caring for and nurturing my children and spending time with my partner. I'm finding that two meetings a week, and sometimes only one a week, is about all I can manage without totally exhausting myself. Especially now, when I'm physically feeling like crap and all I can think of at 4 PM is going home, putting on flannel jammies, and laying on the couch to watch TV and nap and try to regain some of the strength and energy that have been sapped during my work day. My sponsor aggrees that it's okay to fit the Program into your life, instead of making your life (and everyone in it) revolve around the Program. I've seen moms who are so engrossed in the Program, that their children are kind of getting lost. One plays Texas Hold'Em at the club several times a week until midnight or 1 AM, while her 5 yr old wanders aimlessly around the room, sometimes being called on to collect or hand out poker chips. I always feel bad for that kid. Most of his life is spent up at the Alano Club, and he is getting molded into his mother's program. I wonder if it's messing him up. When does he get to do kid things? Does he have any friends who aren't recovering adult alcoholics? Does he get to play with kids his own age?
Anyhow... enough of my musings. Life is manageable, even happy a lot of the time, and I am in recovery. Two months and counting.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Yuck, but I'm proud of myself too.
One thing I have learned: I have no clue how to deal with negative emotions without drinking.
A month ago, whenever I was hurt, angry, stressed, sad, whatever, I drank until the bad feelings went away. Now I have nowhere to hide, nothing to do but FEEL it. Ouch. It does not feel good. I don't like it one bit.
I had a crappy, stressful weekend that went from bad to worse and ended hideously. Last night, I just had to get away from the apartment to sort out my head. I could not sit there one more second.
I wanted to go to Big Louie's so bad... it was Karaoke night and everything... I wanted to go so bad I could taste the Jag running down my throat. I wanted to drink my anger, hurt and feelings of betrayal into oblivion like I always have. I almost turned into the parking lot.
Almost.
Instead, I went to the Alano Club and hung out with sober, recovering people for a couple hours. One of the ladies held me while I cried and even rubbed my neck, and then I watched a group of people play Texas Hold 'Em for a while. They invited me to play, but I don't know how.
Anyhow, all that to say that I stayed sober. Thank God, I stayed sober last night.
Things don't feel any better at home, but I am still sober one more day.
A month ago, whenever I was hurt, angry, stressed, sad, whatever, I drank until the bad feelings went away. Now I have nowhere to hide, nothing to do but FEEL it. Ouch. It does not feel good. I don't like it one bit.
I had a crappy, stressful weekend that went from bad to worse and ended hideously. Last night, I just had to get away from the apartment to sort out my head. I could not sit there one more second.
I wanted to go to Big Louie's so bad... it was Karaoke night and everything... I wanted to go so bad I could taste the Jag running down my throat. I wanted to drink my anger, hurt and feelings of betrayal into oblivion like I always have. I almost turned into the parking lot.
Almost.
Instead, I went to the Alano Club and hung out with sober, recovering people for a couple hours. One of the ladies held me while I cried and even rubbed my neck, and then I watched a group of people play Texas Hold 'Em for a while. They invited me to play, but I don't know how.
Anyhow, all that to say that I stayed sober. Thank God, I stayed sober last night.
Things don't feel any better at home, but I am still sober one more day.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Hmmmmmm.....
So my chem dep counselor is suggesting that I may have ADD. Funny, I would never have thought of myself as an ADD type... but she says that even my freakish organizational skills and anal-retentive nature could very well be my way of coping with ADD.
So I guess I'll let her test me and see what comes up... what if I end up on Ritalin or something???
While we're at it, may not be a bad idea to test Mike too.....
So I guess I'll let her test me and see what comes up... what if I end up on Ritalin or something???
While we're at it, may not be a bad idea to test Mike too.....
Thursday, February 11, 2010
One Month
As of yesterday, Mike and I have been sober for one month. Yay us.
I tried that Addiction and Recovery Bible Study last Saturday... soooooo not for me. It was totally geared for people who have several years of sobriety under their belts and are sponsoring newcomers. The leader even went so far as to poke fun at newcomers for being "honeymooners" and "pink cloud people," meaning that we're so enamored with our new found sobriety that we lose touch with reality and are sure to relapse, and hit bottom hard. He went on and on about how none of his sponsees have stayed sober, and about how the more excited a newcomer is about their sobriety, the more likely he/she is to crash and burn. I was actually quite offended. I thought the guy was kind of an arrogant prick. I wanted to ask if he's ever considered the fact that his sponsees are more likely to relapse because of his own obvious douchebaggery.
His study sucked ass to boot. His Scripture references had nothing to do with his proposed topic. He rambled, got off topic, whatever the hell his topic was supposed to be, and basically ended up trying to seem super cool and special, as in, "God gave me a great gift in my ability to preach, and I'm here to share my gift with you." Yeah, Dillhole... I got your gift right here. I could've taught a more comprehensive, meaningful Bible study falling-down drunk.
And just being in the church in a capacity other than to pick up my kids made my skin crawl. Needless to say, I did not go on Sunday morning. I just could not muster it up.
Bad Christian? Yeah, probably. Am I apologizing? Hell no I'm not. Not ready is not ready. When I am ready, and that means when the thought of sitting through a Sunday morning service doesn't cause me to hyperventilate and feel like hurling, I'll get off my ass and go to church. I'll be the one who sneaks in ten minutes late, sits in the back corner with sunglasses on the whole time, and leaves the second the closing hymn starts. You'll know me by the lightning rod strapped to my back.
I know of a few people who will read this and sadly shake their heads at my spiritual depravity. Pardon my French, but those people can bite me.
I tried that Addiction and Recovery Bible Study last Saturday... soooooo not for me. It was totally geared for people who have several years of sobriety under their belts and are sponsoring newcomers. The leader even went so far as to poke fun at newcomers for being "honeymooners" and "pink cloud people," meaning that we're so enamored with our new found sobriety that we lose touch with reality and are sure to relapse, and hit bottom hard. He went on and on about how none of his sponsees have stayed sober, and about how the more excited a newcomer is about their sobriety, the more likely he/she is to crash and burn. I was actually quite offended. I thought the guy was kind of an arrogant prick. I wanted to ask if he's ever considered the fact that his sponsees are more likely to relapse because of his own obvious douchebaggery.
His study sucked ass to boot. His Scripture references had nothing to do with his proposed topic. He rambled, got off topic, whatever the hell his topic was supposed to be, and basically ended up trying to seem super cool and special, as in, "God gave me a great gift in my ability to preach, and I'm here to share my gift with you." Yeah, Dillhole... I got your gift right here. I could've taught a more comprehensive, meaningful Bible study falling-down drunk.
And just being in the church in a capacity other than to pick up my kids made my skin crawl. Needless to say, I did not go on Sunday morning. I just could not muster it up.
Bad Christian? Yeah, probably. Am I apologizing? Hell no I'm not. Not ready is not ready. When I am ready, and that means when the thought of sitting through a Sunday morning service doesn't cause me to hyperventilate and feel like hurling, I'll get off my ass and go to church. I'll be the one who sneaks in ten minutes late, sits in the back corner with sunglasses on the whole time, and leaves the second the closing hymn starts. You'll know me by the lightning rod strapped to my back.
I know of a few people who will read this and sadly shake their heads at my spiritual depravity. Pardon my French, but those people can bite me.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Not a great day.
I started taking Campral, which is supposed to keep my cravings for alcohol down. Here's why Campral sucks:
1. It costs $35/month because there is no generic. Ouch.
2. They have to be taken 3 times a day, which puts a monkey-wrench in the flow of my day.
3. Apparently, they make me depressed, anxious, weepy, with acute feelings of dread and inability to cope. I've been crying over stupid stuff that would've rolled off my back last week, freaking out about things that I know, at heart, absolutely do not merit a freak out, and doubting everything I know.
I know it's the Campral, because nothing has happened in my life this weekend to suddenly make me take this horrible, snotty, whiny, helpless turn.
My doc told me to stop taking it immediately. She'll call me tomorrow to see what else, if anything, needs to be done. In the meantime, however, I just want to curl up on my couch in my pink flannel sock-monkey jammies with a blanket over my head and make the world go away.
My son just got suspended from school for five days for fighting. This is not the first time this has happened, but I definitely handled it differently this time. I started bawling on the phone with his teacher. I was horribly embarrassed... I hate, hate, mcHate crying in front of people. It makes me feel awkward, weak and messy. Yet I couldn't help it. I know it will all be handled, yet I just had this overwhelming feeling of defeat and despair. Then I sat and bawled at my desk for another 15 minutes once I got off the phone. So not like me.
Plus, on the back burner, I am starting to doubt my relationship with Mike. Since alcohol has been a large part of our relationship from the start, can we maintain it and grow it without booze? I really don't know. I'd like to try, but it seems so hard and kind of forced at this point. We don't know how to have fun together, be intimate or passionate, have interesting conversations, you name it without booze. We're like two strangers on an awkward first date. Do we really have what it takes to have a sober relationship? Are we right for each other when we're not in a drunken stupor? I'm seeing things in his personality that are starting to grate on me, and I can only assume he's seeing the same types of things in me.
Too many questions today. Too much to think about. I need to be quieted, soothed and stroked. With a blanket over my head, on my couch, wearing my pink flannel monkey jammies.
And some chocolate would help too.
1. It costs $35/month because there is no generic. Ouch.
2. They have to be taken 3 times a day, which puts a monkey-wrench in the flow of my day.
3. Apparently, they make me depressed, anxious, weepy, with acute feelings of dread and inability to cope. I've been crying over stupid stuff that would've rolled off my back last week, freaking out about things that I know, at heart, absolutely do not merit a freak out, and doubting everything I know.
I know it's the Campral, because nothing has happened in my life this weekend to suddenly make me take this horrible, snotty, whiny, helpless turn.
My doc told me to stop taking it immediately. She'll call me tomorrow to see what else, if anything, needs to be done. In the meantime, however, I just want to curl up on my couch in my pink flannel sock-monkey jammies with a blanket over my head and make the world go away.
My son just got suspended from school for five days for fighting. This is not the first time this has happened, but I definitely handled it differently this time. I started bawling on the phone with his teacher. I was horribly embarrassed... I hate, hate, mcHate crying in front of people. It makes me feel awkward, weak and messy. Yet I couldn't help it. I know it will all be handled, yet I just had this overwhelming feeling of defeat and despair. Then I sat and bawled at my desk for another 15 minutes once I got off the phone. So not like me.
Plus, on the back burner, I am starting to doubt my relationship with Mike. Since alcohol has been a large part of our relationship from the start, can we maintain it and grow it without booze? I really don't know. I'd like to try, but it seems so hard and kind of forced at this point. We don't know how to have fun together, be intimate or passionate, have interesting conversations, you name it without booze. We're like two strangers on an awkward first date. Do we really have what it takes to have a sober relationship? Are we right for each other when we're not in a drunken stupor? I'm seeing things in his personality that are starting to grate on me, and I can only assume he's seeing the same types of things in me.
Too many questions today. Too much to think about. I need to be quieted, soothed and stroked. With a blanket over my head, on my couch, wearing my pink flannel monkey jammies.
And some chocolate would help too.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Last week
I had a fabulous week with my kids.
My alone time with my youngest son was spent either being tutored in Godzilla Unleashed for PS2, or watching ghost hunting shows with his head on my lap and me rubbing his head. My time with my youngest daughter was spent playing Cooked or Be Cooked, Bowling or Golf on the Wii. Both kids were calmer, happier and better behaved than I've seen them in a long time. Hell, I was calmer, happier and better behaved than I've been in a long time.
On Friday, my little girl told me she's much happier to come home to me now that I'm not drinking. I'm much happier, too.
Maybe too happy. Is there such a thing???
I seem to have this freakish joy that just bubbles over all day. Even when my day is kinda crappy, I can find something to be happy about. There are a few people at work who are looking at me strangely, like I have a booger hanging from my nose or a huge zit between my eyes. I can assure you, I have neither. I check multiple times a day. But it's that, "Okay, there's something going on here, but I'm afraid it may be a huge breach of etiquette to ask you why you're grinning like a demented jack-o-lantern" look. Maybe I need to tone it down a notch... I wonder if I could....
I feel different. People are telling me I'm different. I'd love to know just how I've changed, but I'm afraid to ask.
I feel an overwhelming need to deepen my reconnection with God. I'm considering trying out an addiction/recovery Bible study this weekend. I'm even considering showing up for church on Sunday. (Crap... did I just hear thunder rolling in the distance???)We'll see what happens. Even though faith is nothing new to me, it's harder to find this time.
As for my health, I'm sleeping well, eating okay, and physically feeling much better. I've been off Ativan for a week or so, and I'm following the strict vitamin/mineral regemin my doctor prescribed. I've been trying to keep up with the Wii Fit, although I missed most of last week because I wanted to spend time with the kids instead. According to the Wii balance board (what an annoying voice that thing has), I've lost a couple pounds. This is a good thing. I have to lose about 7 more to reach my fitness goal, but I have another month to work on that. As I write this, I'm eating stale Twizzlers... I suppose that really doesn't help much.
Next Wednesday I will have been sober for 30 days. It seems so unreal. I haven't gone this long without drinking in YEARS. It feels really good to be present each and every day. Thank you, God, for this new lease on life.
My alone time with my youngest son was spent either being tutored in Godzilla Unleashed for PS2, or watching ghost hunting shows with his head on my lap and me rubbing his head. My time with my youngest daughter was spent playing Cooked or Be Cooked, Bowling or Golf on the Wii. Both kids were calmer, happier and better behaved than I've seen them in a long time. Hell, I was calmer, happier and better behaved than I've been in a long time.
On Friday, my little girl told me she's much happier to come home to me now that I'm not drinking. I'm much happier, too.
Maybe too happy. Is there such a thing???
I seem to have this freakish joy that just bubbles over all day. Even when my day is kinda crappy, I can find something to be happy about. There are a few people at work who are looking at me strangely, like I have a booger hanging from my nose or a huge zit between my eyes. I can assure you, I have neither. I check multiple times a day. But it's that, "Okay, there's something going on here, but I'm afraid it may be a huge breach of etiquette to ask you why you're grinning like a demented jack-o-lantern" look. Maybe I need to tone it down a notch... I wonder if I could....
I feel different. People are telling me I'm different. I'd love to know just how I've changed, but I'm afraid to ask.
I feel an overwhelming need to deepen my reconnection with God. I'm considering trying out an addiction/recovery Bible study this weekend. I'm even considering showing up for church on Sunday. (Crap... did I just hear thunder rolling in the distance???)We'll see what happens. Even though faith is nothing new to me, it's harder to find this time.
As for my health, I'm sleeping well, eating okay, and physically feeling much better. I've been off Ativan for a week or so, and I'm following the strict vitamin/mineral regemin my doctor prescribed. I've been trying to keep up with the Wii Fit, although I missed most of last week because I wanted to spend time with the kids instead. According to the Wii balance board (what an annoying voice that thing has), I've lost a couple pounds. This is a good thing. I have to lose about 7 more to reach my fitness goal, but I have another month to work on that. As I write this, I'm eating stale Twizzlers... I suppose that really doesn't help much.
Next Wednesday I will have been sober for 30 days. It seems so unreal. I haven't gone this long without drinking in YEARS. It feels really good to be present each and every day. Thank you, God, for this new lease on life.
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