And yet, so frighteningly familiar.
I try to the best that I can in my life. For my family, for my recovery, for my service work. Today I find that old feeling of insanity creeping inexorably into the life I lead. It isn’t the insanity I spoke of months back. It is new, and still, old & familiar. I try to do my best. No matter what it is that I do, I get these voices coming back at me.
You didn’t do this. You should have done that. You need to do the other thing. You aren’t doing enough. Why didn’t you…….
Thus, the insanity returns. I begin to question my actions to the minutest detail. The attempt to cover all the bases starts to fall short when I think I forgot left field. Then comes the concern of what is being done in the stands, in the peanut gallery. I wonder, I dissect, I examine every possible step, and I fail to realize that I cannot foresee everything.
And yet, the voices continue. Questioning my reasons, my motives, questioning my dedication or commitment. Why. Why? WHY?!
It was questions such as those that helped to remove me from my old home group. Those same questions drove me away from my recovery. Questions that removed me from family. Why.
I do the best I can. I do what I believe to be right, as was taught to me by others who came and went before. I do what has worked for me before. Why?
I can’t do it all. So, why the questioning, the not so subtle hints or suggestions of more I could maybe kinda sorta do? I CAN’T DO IT ALL!!! WHY?!
Who knows? Who cares? Me? I don’t know and I am beginning to seriously not care any more. I can’t run away because that horrid little phrase of “No matter where I go, there I am.” Thus, I be wherever I be. And today, I be here. Take from that what you will because now I be for something completely different.
Keep The Faith*
