There are many past New Year Eves that are blank to me. Every day was New Year's to me, because I would drink or use or both and say to myself "I am gonna quit tomorrow.” I made resolution after resolution, night after night, but I was trapped in tomorrows and yesterdays, until December 31, 2008.
On that date, I stopped drinking for ten days, then drank for six more. I have not had a drink or a drug since January 17, 2009. I had tried counseling in 1992 and rehab in 1999. I would do okay for a while, but then I would isolate myself. Sure I occasionally went to the bars, but my favorite way to party was alone with a bottle and a box of tissues. My self-pity is the fire; booze is the bomb. When we got together, "Kaboom!"
The New Year is the most popular time for joining recovery groups. Some go because the court orders them. Others go because their spouses issue ultimatums. Some individuals have FINALLY realized they can't stay sober on their own. They need help from people just like them. I lived my life thinking no one was like me, yet there are addicts of all shapes and sizes in recovery programs, ready to help folks JUST like me.
If you were lost in a jungle, would you prefer a map or a guide who has walked that same jungle a hundred times and could safely navigate the way out? The answer is obvious. Unfortunately the ego, fear, and disease of "self" have worked on the alcoholic for a long time. It is hard to accept you have a disease that tells you don't have it and makes any drinking an unsafe option.
Our society glamorizes booze and promotes it as a social norm. The constant bombardments of the fun and laughter that come with a cocktail are inviting to anyone and damn near hypnotic porn to an alcoholic. The commercials remind me of the casino ads that show gambling, hot chicks, laughter, and booze, then end with a public service announcement: "If you, or someone you, know has a gambling problem, call 1-800-I'm screwed!” The ads don't show the guy who spent his paycheck on chance instead of paying the rent. Addiction starts out a wonderful servant and ends up a merciless master.
Most people can tie one on, and that's it. They wake up with a New Year's Day hangover and lay on the couch drinking Gatorade and nursing a headache through endless football games. That doesn't make you alcoholic. For those of you who are, or live with, a potential alcoholic, I am sorry to say that there is nothing you can say to make us stop. We must reach a point where the agony, self-loathing, depression, anger, and chaos are too much for US to handle. In short, we all must decide for ourselves when the rat race of addiction has become too much to endure another moment.
For me, it was January 17, 2009. I had drank the previous day and pissed the bed that night. There were times I pissed on the floor, on the couch…you name it. My lab Fabian has actually pissed on my floor fewer times than I have. At the end of my run, I would even fashion a diaper for myself, knowing I would piss again, but found nothing abnormal about the behavior. I even bought my wife one of those mini carpet cleaners to clean up after the "dogs" made a mistake. On that night, I begged whoever was up there to please deliver me from my bondage. I meant it and was willing to do ANYTHING to stop.
When I wet the bed, my wife always knew, but I hid it from the kids. After everyone left, I would clean and suck the urine from our expensive mattress, wash the sheets, and place fans around the soiled area to assure dryness before my crew returned home from school and work. After six months of sobriety, my wife was so proud, she wanted to buy me a new drum kit. I was humbled by her amazing act of grace, and the offer was tempting. I declined and took her to the mattress store. I let her pick out the mattress of her dreams. I can say confidently, and with deep gratitude to God, that I have yet to pee on it.
Only you can decide if you are an alcoholic or addict. Do you obsess that you may be an armadillo? I would think not. However, if you are at a point where your ability to stop using doesn't work, or your life revolves around using, recovering from using, and obsessing about using, you need to hard look at your situation. If you’re the loved one, there is support for people in addictive or codependent relationships. Regardless of what addiction you may have, if you want to truly begin a new way of life, look in the phone book. Start with the letter "A" and go from there. Before you know it, help will appear on the page. Remember, whether you are the user or living with one, you still have to wake up with “you” everyday. Start taking control of your life today.
I no longer resent people who can drink safely and then stop. At one time, the thought of not drinking five years down the road or at my daughter's wedding was impossible to comprehend. Now, I let tomorrow take care of tomorrow. I just don't drink for today. We all only have today, whether we’re an addict or an earthling.
My justification for continuing the cycle of addiction was notions and memories like, "Nobody loves me.” "I am a loser." "I hated my childhood." " I can't tell anyone about the ‘tickle game’ a trusted adult played with me when I was a boy." "I can't live without booze; the pain is too much." These are symptoms of unhealthy THINKING. Drugs and alcohol are the band-aid addicts use to mask that pain.
Most of the things I wanted but couldn’t attain when I was drunk, have come to me tenfold in sobriety. It feels great to have my wife and kids smile at me when I walk in the door. I am confident that I am a good husband, father, son, brother, and friend. I am human and still make lots of mistakes but people can depend on me. I can look at myself in the mirror and other people in the eye. All the things that when drunk I planned to do tomorrow, I am doing today, thanks to sobriety. It isn't always easy. It’s work staying sober.
The New Year is the most popular time for joining recovery groups. Some go because the court orders them. Others go because their spouses issue ultimatums. Some individuals have FINALLY realized they can't stay sober on their own. They need help from people just like them. I lived my life thinking no one was like me, yet there are addicts of all shapes and sizes in recovery programs, ready to help folks JUST like me.
If you were lost in a jungle, would you prefer a map or a guide who has walked that same jungle a hundred times and could safely navigate the way out? The answer is obvious. Unfortunately the ego, fear, and disease of "self" have worked on the alcoholic for a long time. It is hard to accept you have a disease that tells you don't have it and makes any drinking an unsafe option.
Our society glamorizes booze and promotes it as a social norm. The constant bombardments of the fun and laughter that come with a cocktail are inviting to anyone and damn near hypnotic porn to an alcoholic. The commercials remind me of the casino ads that show gambling, hot chicks, laughter, and booze, then end with a public service announcement: "If you, or someone you, know has a gambling problem, call 1-800-I'm screwed!” The ads don't show the guy who spent his paycheck on chance instead of paying the rent. Addiction starts out a wonderful servant and ends up a merciless master.
Most people can tie one on, and that's it. They wake up with a New Year's Day hangover and lay on the couch drinking Gatorade and nursing a headache through endless football games. That doesn't make you alcoholic. For those of you who are, or live with, a potential alcoholic, I am sorry to say that there is nothing you can say to make us stop. We must reach a point where the agony, self-loathing, depression, anger, and chaos are too much for US to handle. In short, we all must decide for ourselves when the rat race of addiction has become too much to endure another moment.
For me, it was January 17, 2009. I had drank the previous day and pissed the bed that night. There were times I pissed on the floor, on the couch…you name it. My lab Fabian has actually pissed on my floor fewer times than I have. At the end of my run, I would even fashion a diaper for myself, knowing I would piss again, but found nothing abnormal about the behavior. I even bought my wife one of those mini carpet cleaners to clean up after the "dogs" made a mistake. On that night, I begged whoever was up there to please deliver me from my bondage. I meant it and was willing to do ANYTHING to stop.
When I wet the bed, my wife always knew, but I hid it from the kids. After everyone left, I would clean and suck the urine from our expensive mattress, wash the sheets, and place fans around the soiled area to assure dryness before my crew returned home from school and work. After six months of sobriety, my wife was so proud, she wanted to buy me a new drum kit. I was humbled by her amazing act of grace, and the offer was tempting. I declined and took her to the mattress store. I let her pick out the mattress of her dreams. I can say confidently, and with deep gratitude to God, that I have yet to pee on it.
Only you can decide if you are an alcoholic or addict. Do you obsess that you may be an armadillo? I would think not. However, if you are at a point where your ability to stop using doesn't work, or your life revolves around using, recovering from using, and obsessing about using, you need to hard look at your situation. If you’re the loved one, there is support for people in addictive or codependent relationships. Regardless of what addiction you may have, if you want to truly begin a new way of life, look in the phone book. Start with the letter "A" and go from there. Before you know it, help will appear on the page. Remember, whether you are the user or living with one, you still have to wake up with “you” everyday. Start taking control of your life today.
I no longer resent people who can drink safely and then stop. At one time, the thought of not drinking five years down the road or at my daughter's wedding was impossible to comprehend. Now, I let tomorrow take care of tomorrow. I just don't drink for today. We all only have today, whether we’re an addict or an earthling.
My justification for continuing the cycle of addiction was notions and memories like, "Nobody loves me.” "I am a loser." "I hated my childhood." " I can't tell anyone about the ‘tickle game’ a trusted adult played with me when I was a boy." "I can't live without booze; the pain is too much." These are symptoms of unhealthy THINKING. Drugs and alcohol are the band-aid addicts use to mask that pain.
Most of the things I wanted but couldn’t attain when I was drunk, have come to me tenfold in sobriety. It feels great to have my wife and kids smile at me when I walk in the door. I am confident that I am a good husband, father, son, brother, and friend. I am human and still make lots of mistakes but people can depend on me. I can look at myself in the mirror and other people in the eye. All the things that when drunk I planned to do tomorrow, I am doing today, thanks to sobriety. It isn't always easy. It’s work staying sober.
Nevertheless, if I stay close to God and people who think like me, it gets easier. I have no desire to use today. That is a miracle. I may crave alcohol tomorrow. Instead of obsessing on the thought until it becomes a drink I will pray for help and then call someone who has been through the same hell as I have. I have been taught new strategies to battle my old thinking.
However, asking for help and surrendering is just the beginning. Nevertheless, sobriety is amazing. Just because you get tanked occasionally doesn't make you like me. Alcoholics know what they are, long before reaching out for help. We think we hide it so well, and nobody sees our addiction. We are only fooling ourselves. I was amazed to find out that there were people with my same crazy thinking.
Tonight I will sit back with my wife and daughter, bowls of tasty snacks, and Dave Chappelle videos. We will laugh. I will remember the whole night. I will wake up in a dry bed, and I will thank God for giving me another sober TODAY.
However, asking for help and surrendering is just the beginning. Nevertheless, sobriety is amazing. Just because you get tanked occasionally doesn't make you like me. Alcoholics know what they are, long before reaching out for help. We think we hide it so well, and nobody sees our addiction. We are only fooling ourselves. I was amazed to find out that there were people with my same crazy thinking.
Tonight I will sit back with my wife and daughter, bowls of tasty snacks, and Dave Chappelle videos. We will laugh. I will remember the whole night. I will wake up in a dry bed, and I will thank God for giving me another sober TODAY.
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