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Hello my friends!
When I began this treatment I also began a video diary. Seven months ago I remember saying into my Flip video camera, "My kingdom for ONE alcohol free day. I'd give my kingdom.... for just one..."
I meant it. I was a bonafide mess. A falling down drunk with wounds and scars to prove it. For the life of me, I could not stop the bleeding. This proves to me that willpower, or lack thereof, amorality, and powerlessness have NOTHING to do with our alcoholic tendancy.
It was my one and only wish and prayer: To become free of the holding pattern from hell; the merry-go-round of mayhem, the self-destuctive sabatoge that held me continually hostage. Heavy were those rusted chains....
Fast forward to today. I have flip-flopped the equation. Let me rephrase, Naltrexone has allowed me to experience a week exactly opposite of that when I began. In my 30th week I have been sober for 6 days, drinking only 1. And I cannot believe it! I am deeply surprised with this progress!
To remind me of my gracelessness while intoxicated, on the one evening that I had 11 Rolling Rock bottles and a couple of shots of you know what, I awoke the next day with a softball sized bruise on my right hip. It's deep purple; really narley. I don't remember ramming into anything, but by the height of my body and the position of that yucky bruise, I had to have fallen HARD into my kitchen counter. Scraping and seriously damaging my flesh on the way to the bathroom. Egads!
It's a great reminder of what I become when I lend myself to an uncaring substance.
As I near my 31st week, the thoughts are this: How can I live, if not in oblivion-- in clarity? Who am I if not drunk? What do I do if not drink?
This is a major part of the puzzle for me to solve. I lent so much of myself to alcoholism and to its dysfunctional ritual. Now I find that the physical craving is truly vanishing. Truly. And now what? Ah, there's the rub....
I went hiking yesterday on Deer Mountain. Very difficult terrain. It got the endorphines pumping and I acknowledged their presence. I personify those little endorphines and visualize a million of them doing "The Wave" in the stands at the Superbowl. They are energetic, happy little things! Granted, it is not the same high as the hazy daze of alcohol. Yet, I must find joy and peace in the newer me; and satisfaction in the relearned activities and behaviors I wish to now instill.
Clarity is a good thing... even if I am not used to it. Sobriety is the better way... even if I have to be introduced to it daily and in every way, shape, form, and situation.
It's just what is next,
Ketchikan1
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