…drink? Smoke? Snort? Shoot?
Really?
I didn’t. I had exhausted my options.
I had run down every highway, every street, every back alley that I came to, in my desperate attempt to Get. Away. From. Me.
But when I looked at that angelic face, that beautiful, tiny boy, I knew in the depths of my heart that I could not have both him and drugs. My running days had come to an end.
Sure, I talked about running. I kept a pair of running shoes just inside the front (and, let’s be honest, also the BACK) door of my mind for an incredibly long time. However, there was one thing that had become abundantly clear to me on that day, when I realised that I was completely drained…I did not want to drink, or use, again.
“we gotta get out of this place”
That’s not to say that I didn’t want to escape from reality. Oh, no, I didn’t say that.
I’d awakened from so many years (while using) of being at a dead run…and each time I got a direct hit, be it a sexual assault, or an unhealthy relationship, or some other kind of intense emotional trauma, I had vaulted over the place where anyone else might have thrown a white flag…and ran faster.
My days of hiding, by way of chemical means, had finally come to a screeching halt.
So, what, then?
Facing my past fears and traumas was really too much to consider while I was being inundated with a whole different kind of drama (new Mom, baby in ICU, etc., etc.), so I had to find other options.
I discovered (archaic, to be sure: it was the early 90’s, after all) video games, and the benefits of Mel Brooks movies, and chocolaet ice cream, and tattoos, among other things.
I didn’t want to use. I just wanted to check out for a minute. So I found other ways to distract myself.
Sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly
At some point, I came to realise that the Promises, were, in fact, materializing for me. Some days, it felt like I was engaged in a war just to breathe, and other days, things would slow down and I got to taste of serenity, briefly.
It takes a village
I will forever be grateful to the women in the Program who walked with me those first months and years. They showed me how to live life, in all of its blood and chaos, on life’s terms, and then they encouraged me as I learned to walk again. No more running. I might jog now and then, but running is not in God’s plan for me, today. And I’ve discovered that His plan for me is always good. Always.
Posted from my shack by the creek.
It’s not a struggle anymore, is it? We know a better life in sobriety and naysayers be damned. They can have all that “excitement” out there. I’m in love with clean and serene. Never had it before and I ain’t giving it up. Thanks for sharing
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Thanks for your reply, Larry! I appreciate it!
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Wishing you a peaceful Sunday.
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Thank you, Bernadette! It’s my only day off this week, so there will probably be a lot of sleeping involved. 🙂 Blessings to you, sweet lady!
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Reblogged this on Mary Pat Higley and commented:
Awesome post and good description of trying to distract from reality. Sometimes quickly sometimes slowly, but always on Gods terms and plan for us. Thank God for healthy choices.
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Thanks, Mary Pat! I’m just hopeful that my work can help someone find relief from their addiction and/or mental illness. 🙂
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Unless you’ve suffered like that its impossible to understand. gof bless hou
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Abbie, Thanks for “liking” my post. I hope you’re doing well.
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Thanks! I am good, and also a caregiver, so I’ll be back over to your place. 🙂
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