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*

Procrastination, thy name is Robb…

7. Look up Control. Write about what part your need to Control played in these events.

Control: (Random House) the act or power of controlling; regulation; domination or command

       This was not the first entry, but the sixth for the word “control”, but I believe it applies to the context intended for this question.

       From example 1, I can see that I was trying to control my own feelings and those of my kids. Control? Perhaps avoid may be a better descriptor. In and of itself, that is still a form of control. By avoiding talking about Bernie, her death, and how I felt about it all with my kids, I was attempting to change or control the outcome. I didn’t want to feel the pain and anger, or face it.

       From example 2, well, that is the same part of control that I talked about previously. I was avoiding. Avoiding feeling. This example was an avoidance of feeling guilt, as opposed to pain. I didn’t want to think or feel guilty for having good thoughts about another woman (women?). Still, it was avoidance, and an attempt to control.

8. Look up Surrender. Write about how an attitude of Surrender may have helped.

Surrender: (Random House) to give (oneself) up to some influence, course, emotion, etc.

        In example 1, surrendering to the feelings of anger, hurt, loss and others would definitely have been of help to me in healing. It would probably have helped my children to go thru the same things as me, and also helped in their own healing.

      In example 2, surrender could very well have offered me a chance at friendship. Of course, knowing my track record with women, it could have also opened myself to a whole new world of hurt. But then, that is me and another thing that I may need to deal with. Still, the opportunity of reconnecting with old friends would have been nice, if anything. That opportunity is still there. It is just a matter of my taking it, taking that chance.

That is Part 1 of Step One, as per my “simple” Step guide. The next part is a worksheet or reading section. Part 2 is a series of questions based on addiction and recovery. I’ll need to work hard to see if I can modify those question to apply to the particular work I am doing here. If I can end this procrastination (ignoring the excuses I have regarding service work, my personal recovery, and family obligations), I can get this done.

Keep The Faith*

Life. The world’s deadliest sexually transmitted disease.

Well, it isn’t a disease. It just feels that way sometimes. To me, at least…

I heard tonight of a friend in recovery who passed away a couple of days ago. The topic of discussion at my home group tonight was Step 5 and I had done a Step 5 with this fellow many many years ago. It hurts. For sure, not a blessed thing I can do about it, but it still hurts. Death is a part of life.

I’m still working on that Step 1 regarding Bernie and her death. A year ago, another member died, another friend. It just goes to show, I guess, that even if one can stay clean, change, and find that new way to live… life can still jump up and bite you in the ass and take your life away.

I’m just hoping that when I die, I am cranky and crotchety and really REALLY old!! With luck, hm?

Keep The Faith*

6. Every day write on events that happened that caused strong feelings Today and from the Past. Write about the circumstances leading up to the event, the event itself, and the consequences arising from the event, be they good or bad.
3)    Back in October & November of last year, I had a repeat of a rather (in MY opinion) psychotic episode that happened to me almost ten years ago. I will not get into the gory details of the thing itself, since that is something that I would only reveal to my sponsor and not the general public. Sorry, folks…
       The upshot of it were visions or hallucinations, days of no sleep, confusion, and fear. It all centered around Bernie. I was expecting a downturn at that time, since it was the anniversary of her death, her suicide. The 20th anniversary, in fact. Because of that anniversary and that it is a truly dreary time of year, I tend to go downward somewhat and have since her passing. In recent years, I have been able to recognize the onset of these, what? depressions? and be able to compensate to the point of simply shrugging and feeling a bit blue.
       This time around I crashed and almost burned. I honestly believe that it was my recovery service work that helped drag me out of that chaos. I was able to bring myself out of myself and look to giving back to others. Addicts in recovery, sponsees, in online chat, my family… those people helped me to stop focusing on the craziness inside, stop feeding on the insanity, and clear the fog that had accumulated. Service work has brought me to what I am doing right now, because it allowed me to think and see more clearly, and recognize what I need to do to change.
       From a major negative came an equally major positive. I learned that all I need to do is DO something that doesn’t involve any great sort of introspection. By helping others, I was (am!) able to get out of my head long enough to begin to see life distinctly again, thus begin to think with a greater clarity.
       I only mention this because of the “spiritual awakening” I had from it all. I slid down into the depths, only to find a tried and true way to climb back up. THIS is something that can help me at anytime. I think it is one of the big reasons why I enjoyed doing telephone CSR work. By focusing on someone else’s issues, I can ease my own. And it just feels so damned good to help!! I guess that is why we folks in my brand of recovery have words that say “we keep what we have only by giving it away” (BTv6pg58)

Keep The Faith*

I realized that the last question was somewhat short, or the answer was, at least. Even tho’ I should go to bed now (my cat isn’t complaining, for once), I have a couple of examples for question 6 that are applicable to my work here.

6. Every day write on events that happened that caused strong feelings Today and from the Past. Write about the circumstances leading up to the event, the event itself, and the consequences arising from the event, be they good or bad.
1)    My son, Rob, was laid off from his job this week due to “corporate re-structuring”. He called me because he was feeling a bit down over this turn of events and wanted to talk with me for a while. We spent over 3/4 of an hour chatting about work and how he felt about his layoff, the weather, my recovery, and about Bernie.
       We talked about her growing up, from my limited viewpoint. Some of the stories about where she came from and the demons that she had to face as an adult, as a woman, as a mother, and a wife were touched upon. Rob said that he’d like to sit down with me and hear more about her, since most of the stuff I related he never knew about Bernie.
       I later realized that I very rarely talked about Bernie to my kids. Rob’s statement of not knowing things about her prodded that realization in me. I believe that I held my tongue about her not to protect my children, but to avoid the pain inside of ME. I didn’t want to dredge up those feelings of inadequacy or guilt about Bernie and her death. I didn’t want to bring that kind of insanity into my life. Thinking of it now, it really didn’t matter. I, alone, did quite well in creating and living in that insanity all by myself.

2)    I mentioned in a previous post about sending an email to an old friend of mine. This woman was a long-ago love of my life, way back in my teen years, if not longer. I doubt that I ever told her about that unless it was in some drugged stupor that has left my memories broken. I bring this up because she sent me a picture of herself and her three sisters in an email today. Outside of the fact that time really hadn’t changed how they look, seeing those four beautiful ladies together brought back those long gone feelings. For one in particular, and each of them on their own.
       I knew when I looked (stared??) at that that image on my computer screen that the reason I kept my distance from them was due to an illogical fear of being untruthful to Bernie, cheating, if you will. Ignoring that fact that Bernie was not here, that they all had lives of their own, that I had remarried & divorced after Bernie’s departure… ignoring the idiocy of all that, once more, I was in avoidance mode.
       Instead of dealing with past emotions, I allowed myself to give Bernie far too much sway in my life, even when she is no longer in it. Avoidance is a large part of my psyche, my addiction, hm? In this case, I have allowed myself to avoid a possible renewal of friendship with some very very good people, avoid dealing with how I feel about Bernie in those many aspects that cause pain, …shit, avoid feeling.

I just recognized something here. I may just need to look at, examine, deal with, that past I had with these women. Even tho’ it is a self-perceived past. Heck, I mean when by just looking at a single picture can dredge up things I thought resolved… hehe, I am such a sick laddie, aye??

Keep The Faith*

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