Saturday, January 24, 2015
Just about Lost it.
It is so easy for me to forget that I am an addict as soon as my life begins to take on some normalcy again. After four months of staying home to focus all my time and energy on recovery.
Meaning....... attending meetings, Talking daily to my Sponsor and only people in recovery, Working the steps and reading the Narcotics anonymous literature. Its easy to stay clean and surrendered to the fact I am an addict when I surround myself in a cocoon of recovery.
But what about when I head back into the real world? What happens when I get that promotion I had been seeking? What happens when the incredibly sexy guy starts to flirt with me? What happens when my non addict friends and supports tell me I wont be an addict forever and that its okay to pull away from them using people?
I can tell you what happens for me. Bad behaviors surface as a warning sign and then I am off and running straight for that white fluffy cloud of invincibility.
And that my friends is where I am at today. My beautiful supports have picked me up from my relapse in the summer. They dusted me off and helped me get stable on my feet. They encouraged my first few steps and watched me start to walk again. The minute there attention moved on to someone else that needed picking up, I was off and running at a wobbly sprint.
I am running like a drunk person away from my supports!! Wtf is wrong with this picture? Who do I think I am running from, and where the fuck am I running too?? Seriously this poor lopsided, crazy woman is running down the street in her hospital gown thinking she is escaping.... what? Her demons? Her captors?
Probably my fucking self!!
There is way more pun in that sentence then most people would catch. I am running from myself.
This is too hard. Recovery is too hard. Life is too much work. Its too much work to be an addict trying to function in a world where everyone is a fucking unrealized addict. Its so hard for me not to get caught up in other peoples blissful illusions. I want my blissful illusion back. I want to be able to fuck that super buff beautiful 25 year old that has me so bloody weak knee'd I can barely stand it. i wanna go with my boss and finish off the bottle of Crown he is tempting me with. I want to let my arrogance attract more power into my life. I want I want I want..... all these things that end up killing me in the end.
Why does this have to be so hard? Why can I not be normal, with a normal life with simple challenges and soft life lessons? Why did I choose such a hard existence? How did I become an addict and how to I unbecome it? How do I live in a world full of corruption, lies and deceit and keep open and not get hurt? I don't know how to Live. I am on step three and I am finally beginning to understand.... I truly do not know how to play the game.
So this is me getting honest. I had to tell the incredibly fucking sexy big boy that I cant play his game. It will hurt too much when I lose. In an emotional meltdown I texted another person about my utter failure at life and my compete surrender to my brokenness. I talked to my supports. I answered a couple questions in my step working guide and i fucking cried.... and cried.
And I am clean today. And I didn't sex anyone. I didn't blow my entire bank account.... only partial. I didn't eat the entire fridge clean, only a late night snack. I am not happy today.... but I have found peace and some serenity. Thats enough for today.