17 November 2018

#Cancer / #Recovery... Part Four: VIRTUOUS CYCLES OF RECOVERY

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Since Time Immemorial, time has been the subject and the object of mankind's vain attempts at understanding time. Does time travel in a straight line, an ever-repeating circle, or, mysteriously, is time interwoven with space and somehow un-understandable? Does time tick with different tocks on different clocks at different times and places or is time a constant, immutable? Is it the edge of an infinite arc, curved or straight? On and on, time bewilders and beckons.
In my experience, time recycles itself, like the waves lapping the shore, beneath me, fanning outward and upward as it spreads out on the wide, slow tilt of the shoreline, drifting back into itself as gravity takes over the water's force, completing itself in hypnotic rhythms inescapable to the eye, palpable beneath my surfaces of consciousness.
The waves of time repeat themselves over and over again. Addiction and Recovery from Addiction, one wave. Cancer and Recovery from Cancer, another. Perpetual undulations emerge, hypnotic. Each wave, more fully whole, each virtuous wave of recovery completing itself with both an individual and group identity.
Time is Recovery. Recovery is Time.
Time beckons, let loose on the shore. All else seems out of sync. Addiction and cancer are beaten down by the wheels of time's perfection. Moments spray upon this landscape, grey and white mists, pastels, desired, held, caressed, released.
After living, after dying, addiction and cancer loose importance in the final tally. It is, was and will have been for recovery, recovery, recovery that meanings find their moments.
Addiction and Cancer have well-prepared me for future storms. Softened by experience, subtle, serene, like sea glass found on a thousand shores, I am me and you and we, smooth, malleable, modest and complete.
Cancer and Addiction, you are minor irritants. I will make a pearl of you, indistinguishable from the sea glass all around me.
Recovery is unbound. Time, irrelevant, here and now. Recovery is King. Virtuous Cycles Are My Everything.
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Cancer Will Not Own Me / Control Me / Lessen Me
Addiction Will Not Own Me / Control Me / Lessen Me
Cancer Will Not Own Me / Control Me / Lessen Me
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16 November 2018

#Cancer / #Recovery... Part Three: THE BLOOM OF GRATITUDE

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"Silent gratitude isn't very much use to anyone." - Gertrude Stein
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Given everything, earning nothing, surely we do not blame a child in swaddling clothes for declaring their wants and needs in cries and tears. But babies grow up and responsibilities are grown into. A temper tantrum could easily evolve into a sense of entitlement years down the road.
I believe gratitude can be taught because I learned all about it in my recovery from alcohol and other drugs. 
One of my favorite examples of an "Attitude of Gratitude" is depicted in a favorite scene from the movie, "Zorba the Greek." Here's how it plays out in my memory: Zorba sees an old man planting a seedling for a tree that will surely never bear fruit in the old man's lifetime. Perceiving this, Zorba inquires why the old man even bothered planting it. The old man replies that he chooses to live each day as if he will live forever. Floored, Zorba replies that he has always lived as if he could die at any moment. 
These stark contrasts in daily living clearly show how living life "One Day at a Time" may mean vastly different things to different people. 
Obviously, I veer closer to the old man's perspective (at this point, by my interpretation, Zorba's world had taken a seismic shift through this experience, and, frankly, this small scene rocked me to my core.) 
I am planting this post on the internet today, not knowing how distant in time and place that my planted seed of Gratitude my blossom and flower in a reader's heart.
In the Rooms of Recovery for Alcoholism and Other Addictions, in time, one will eventually hear something along the lines of "Sobriety is a Gift, Recovery is Earned." I would like to add here that Gratitude is a Two-Way Street, part Gift, part Earned. It is abundance on the smallest and the grandest scale. Gratitude is thriving, being most fully alive, fully present and fully accountable. It is a choice. It is not owed you, but you certainly owe it to yourself.
Entitlement? Those days are long gone for me, gone the way of the horse and buggy. Gratitude, older than the Mystics, Sweet Mystery, Sweet Desire, Eternal. Gratitude is the fulfillment of this very moment, pure being. In Gratitude, there simply is no room for a sense of entitlement.
Recovery, whatever you're recovering from, Cancer, Addiction, Someone Else or Yourself: Entitlement will not free your shackles! 
Gratitude is the surest path to follow! Taken from by book, I remind myself (daily, Zorba, daily!) that "nothing matters more than that we remain sober because when we remain sober, everything matters more"!
Ditto on Gratitude! 
If and when you feel Entitlement rear its ugly head, rise up, count your blessings! They are numerable, innumerable and infinite! 
The whole is truly greater than the sum of all its parts. Cancer, addiction, recovery, joy, peace, hate, war... all are part of the whole of life. I am grateful for the whole of it and work toward changing the parts of it I can that may need to change (invoke "The Serenity Prayer" here).
In the meantime, I plant what seeds of gratitude I may, whether or not I live to see them bloom. 
To share our Gratitude is a win/win, most assuredly. 
Thank you, Gertrude. You are so right. "Silent gratitude isn't very much use to anyone." 
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15 November 2018

Desolation, Isolation, Powerlessness



#Cancer / #Recovery... Part Two: Lies & Doubts

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In my experience, self-doubt has been the most crippling of all my uncertainties. My emotions were stymied during my alcoholic descent. Stigmas perpetuated my helplessness (Silence is Not Golden). My life became loosened, untethered, lost. So long drifting in a sea of alcohol, wasted, I lived a scrapheap existence. 
Talk of lies and doubts could fill volumes. It truly is for each reader to reflect upon their own experience. Lies we tell ourselves. Lies told us. Too many to enumerate. We have our own particular histories, each and all. Self-doubt, crises of belief, gut feelings, crippling anxieties and on and on. Suffice it to say that the biggest lie addiction told me was "You Deserve No Better." That was so self-defeating (yes, many an alcoholic listen to their bottles' proclamations). Not unlike spousal abuse, it came on slowly as addiction to alcohol crept over me in all its subtleties. Eventually, I wished I were dead, life seeming so not worth living under addiction's spell. At that time, I knew of no possible, desirable alternative.
From my recovery from addiction I learned that I would not let my cancer diagnosis and treatment defeat me. I would and did emerge more-fully-whole.
Recovery from both Cancer and Addiction share the importance of connections with others for me. Lies and doubts were swallowing me in my addiction and may have not let go in recovery were it not for connection with others. Individual and group therapy, including, but not limited to Alcoholics Anonymous and Narcotics Anonymous, were necessary for me early on and continue their importance today. As for my Cancer Recovery, Gilda's Club has become increasingly beneficial to me since my chemo and radiation treatments have ended. My very recent tests show an absence of cancer, but that does not mean an end to my recovery. I'm committed to staying connected with all Recovering Communities. 
As I said in Part One... "Recovery from Addiction has taught me to be strong in my weakness. Recovery is Resilience, win or lose." Staying connected is my key to Resilience against Addiction, Cancer, Lies, Doubts and all else this life may bring my way.
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Through Recovery from Addiction, I have learned that Addiction disconnects and Recovery connects and reconnects in both the brashest and most subtle ways. The way out is through. Survival is connecting. 
My tools are honed.
Life has become my home, is now my home, will remain my home.
Lies and doubts or no, connect, connect.
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(To Be Continued as New Perspectives on My Recent Cancer Recovery Take Center Stage)



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14 November 2018

#Cancer Joins the Joyous (Yet Harrowing) #Recovery Parade... Part One: "NEW BEGINNINGS... "

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"No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man." - Heraclitus
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The lump on my throat popped out when I raised my head to the water streaming down on me in the shower in March. During April, I visited my family doctor who sent me to a local specialist and in fairly quick succession I'd visited a surgeon and two chemo and radiation specialists. 
My 7 weeks of Chemo and Radiation started in May and ended in July. 
During this time, I wrote 25 Posts related to Cancer specifically, and to Recovery in general.
Now, until I'm rechecked in January, I have been declared Cancer-Free.
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Gleaned from those 25 Cancer Recovery Posts, I'm revisiting there, deleting, refreshing & re-posting portions & adding acquired new perspectives as my journey moves forward. With minor changes, below, find one of those earlier posts!
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(Recovery from Addiction has taught me to be strong in my weakness. Recovery is Resilience, win or lose.)
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"New Beginnings Are Often Disguised as Painful Endings." - Lao Tzu
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My 13 Years of Recovery from Addiction to alcohol and other substances had been like Kindergarten through the 12th Grade for me. I sought pity and lived in self-pity when I initially got sober at the age of 46. Cancer is a completely different beast, but the tools I have acquired over the years were becoming handy once again.
You see, now I'd Graduated... to Cancer. The tools, the mindset, the hopes, actions, seeking of help, my striving to helping others... etc. All have been part of my becoming more human - despite, or perhaps because of, what may at first have appeared only as setbacks. How we survive, how we recover and how we learn to be more present, more fully alive, are all in the stewpot of emotions and actions that have brought us to the present moment. We can stew in our own sour juices or thrive on the new perspectives that adversity have brought our way. 
I must admit that all of the above was a Pep-Talk to me - from me - back then. That my experience could possibly help others is a total win/win for me, here and now and into the future. The WE of our common humanity reveals itself in the most kind - and devilish ways at times. (I have learned to stay connected.)
Human Glue, sharing and caring, has helped put me back together time and again, no matter my problem or condition. (I must remember to stay connected.)
"New Beginnings Are Often Disguised as Painful Endings." Lao Tzu scribed those words well over 2,500 years ago. His words are a Gift from the Ages. Take it from there. Carry it with you.
Cancer, and Recovery from it, at times has made me feel weak. Lessons will be learned on the road ahead. 
Recovery from Addiction has taught me to be strong in my weakness. Resilience will be part of the solution, no matter the outcome. Recovery from Addiction has taught me to be strong in my weakness, repeat, repeat.
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(To Be Continued as New Perspectives on My Recent Cancer Recovery Take Center Stage)
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10 November 2018

VETERANS DAY: A Remembrance of PTSD & Death by Addiction

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In remembrance of Veterans Day, below, find what were once two separate posts. I've put them together here, next to each other, as fitting companions reflecting two of the horrific outcomes our Veterans too often face, PTSD & Death by Addiction.
Here they are, in order, in honor of the living and the dead:
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PTSD (in 9 short sentences, 153 years of history tracing what we called it and how it changed us):

A soldier's heart is what they called post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) during the U.S. Civil War (which ended in 1865, one hundred and fifty three years ago). They did not know what else to call it. It was at the core of what they felt. "He's suffering from soldier's heart," they said.
Time marches on (and did march on) and during WWI the same sick soldier would be called shell-shocked. The munitions changed and the positions changed, the diagnoses altered slightly from the soldier's heart to the shell casings of bombs dropped too near.
The concentric circles of war overlapped once again in WWII and combat stress reaction and a spray of other diagnoses erupted as the medicalization of symptoms evolved and the prescriptions changed.
Today we call it PTSD and for a second we may look upon that same soldier as if under a microscope whose magnification may bring us closer to the truth found possible through advanced scientific methodologies, yet somehow further from the man, the man an echo beneath a barrage of symptoms.
Do not forget a soldier's heart.


(Please note: When I first heard about Soldier's Heart, I was immediately reminded of PTSD and how I felt when I first hit bottom in 1996 - lost in terror.)

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THE TOMB OF THE ANONYMOUS ADDICT

Sometimes walking down the street you think you hear the sound of leaves scuttling along, but these are the plans, hopes, dreams of the dead. Wind barely whispering over the green lips of empty bottles, syringes puncturing the silence in their stillness. Sentences gasping for a last breath, forever unfinished.
The Tomb of the Anonymous Addict is really many tombs in many doorways, further down anonymous valleys than any still alive have ever ventured.
No such monument truly exists. It's undedicated, the dead remains unidentified. It is truly unnamed and unguarded.
It tires me, this Tomb of the Anonymous Addict. It exists in my mind only.
And it makes me weary. 




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[A short note on the author: Jim Anders is also the author of the Autobiographical Fiction titled ALL DRINKING ASIDE: The Destruction, Deconstruction & Reconstruction of an Alcoholic Animal http://amzn.to/1bX6JyO ]

09 November 2018

RECOVERY: The Stranglehold of STIGMA Realigned

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"... He is talking, but I cannot hear the sin. The sin is inside of him.... The sin is emptiness. Vatchi, this makes me... sad. Alcoholism. His disease is emptiness." - (Sotto in All Drinking Aside)
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No admitting nurse in my many and various emergency room visitations ever diagnosed me with emptiness. The truth is in the feel of it, the emptiness of finally knowing that I would drink no matter what. I had become an emptiness that only alcohol could fill. The emptiness that came when it had failed to fill. Of ever-wanting more.
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My early recovery had many roadblocks. Stigma encompassed my inward-turning emotions, much as alcohol had become a stuffing, a deadening of feelings. Disorientation, shame, self-blame, an empty warehouse of my worthlessness. I hated myself for being an alcoholic. I felt I could never remain sober and didn't really deserve to be. Like a victim of spousal abuse, addiction left me with nothing and feeling I deserved no better.
It seemed that all the world scorned in alcoholics and addicts, I scorned within me.
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Saying "I am an alcoholic" changed meaning as time passed. It would take time to remove self-hatred from the mantelpiece of recovery. I would need to realign all definitions of myself newly substance-free. Stigma, thriving on my silence, would be broken. The metamorphosis from self-hatred to an honest and balanced sense of self-worth would evolve slowly, unencumbered by stigma left to drift silently to the floor.
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If addiction were a simple thing, people would simply quit on their own and recovery would be a moot point. Help would be needed and faith-based recovery tents and evidence-based recovery tents would line the opposite banks of the the river of lost bodies and souls drifting by, in isolation, seeking help, some dying while they claimed that they did not need help.
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Now in recovery for the long haul, my hope is that my experience, as best as I may express it, may open windows and doors, create bridges. One alcoholic to another, one addict to another, one human being to another.
Hope has often sustained me until evidence has been unearthed. I am most happy with what works best for you. Alcohol, for me, was its own proof, a world of relentless insanity in which I was swallowed up in for thirty years and have now found release.
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Recovery is my truth.


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"Nothing matters more than that we remain sober because when we remain sober everything matters more."
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FLIP THE SCRIPT! Turn "Just Say No!" (to drugs) to "Just Say Yes!" (to seeking help)

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"I survived the alcohol and now I must survive myself." - (p. 113, All Drinking Aside)
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LOST & FOUND: I Lost Everything Before I Found Myself.
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Yes. But did it have to be this way?
Is "Hitting Bottom" ever really a requirement before long-term Recovery may be found?
The answer, of course, is a resounding "No!"
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My alcohol consumption seemed to have reached a tipping point some short time following my fairly fun first decade of use. Alcoholism is slow and torturous, unlike the fast and furious descent of many other addictions. My whole life became nearly a textbook testament to alcohol's destructive forces. Some time after my first decade of drinking, I somehow lost all control of my consumption and my grip on reality loosened... and unloosened. Alcohol went from being a series of periodic binges to a daily necessity. Life hardly seemed worth living without it and barely seemed worth living with it. My love of alcohol turned into a love-hate relationship buffered by thick layers of denial. I craved alcohol above all else and could not stop, even if and when I occasionally considered it.
My addiction, in hindsight, seems to have hijacked the survival part of my brain. Survival would include alcohol above all else. My instinct to survive was perverted, twisted and totally distorted under the influence of alcohol. I came to believe that survival would be unthinkable without it. Consequences be damned. I needed a drink and I needed it now, now, now, now and now.
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In hindsight, it may appear that losing everything was a necessary precondition to finding recovery and finding my place in it. But is "Hitting Bottom" ever really a requirement before long-term Recovery may be found?
The Stigmas surrounding Addiction have been mentioned by me in several other posts. The world shames us and so we live in shame, not seeking help to find a clean and sober life. Addiction erodes the addict's mental health such that when treatment is finally sought, whatever mental health one may have had prior to addiction will surely have eroded by the time addiction has had its way on them. Discrimination and exclusion from the outside perpetuate addiction.
Even in some Recovering Communities, a certain myth about finding Recovery exists. That myth is that before recovery can be found, the alcoholic and addict must hit bottom first. The willingness to find help may thus be eclipsed by thoughts of having not yet hitting bottom. Harm reduction isn't even in the equation here for some.
Speaking only for myself, my only bottom, truly, finally, would have been death. My brain always seemed to want more alcohol than my level of tolerance at every point in my descent. The only way that I would ever stop was when an overdose of alcohol took my body down and out.
Ignorant of recovery when I first got sober, the idea of hitting bottom was new to me. It invited questions that should perhaps not be asked. Doubt can, and did creep in. The thought entered my head that perhaps I had not hit bottom yet.  
Help is here and now for anyone and everyone, no matter how close or far away one is from some imaginary bottom. Crash and burn, crash and burn. That was always where and how I landed. Would I need a low, lower, lowest-point for recovery to magically begin to happen? Why would things have to get worse before they could possibly get better? How about seek help BEFORE it gets worse?
Instead of the disaster produced by Nancy Reagan's "Just Say No!" campaign, why don't we flip the script to "Just Say Yes!" to treatment at the earliest possible moment? Save what's left while there's still something to save and BEFORE things get inevitably worse. Hit bottom first... be damned.
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FLIP THE SCRIPT! Turn "Just Say No!" (to drugs) to "Just Say Yes!" (to seeking help). The Sooner, the Better! No More "Must Hit Bottom First."
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"It Works When You Work It! (Let's keep that one!)
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"Just Say Yes!"


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06 November 2018

The Then & Now of ADDICTION & RECOVERY (X 7)

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Looking backward can be thorny and negative, but stuffing memories and the emotions attached to them may be worse. "Don't cry over spilled milk" will not solve or absolve anything. As Pearl S. Buck said, "One faces the future with one's past." 

In my recovery, I had to start somewhere. When I got sober, I had nothing, was nothing. Every choice started, finished and included alcohol until alcohol left nothing in its wake. 

Like seeds scattered in the wind, some of my memories sprouted within and blossomed in what became changes in my thinking, feeling and living in the present. Sustained sobriety has borne fruit from the wreckage of my past. To quote Viktor Frankl, "Suffering in and of itself is meaningless; we give our suffering meaning in the way in which we respond to it." 

Here are 7 Looks Backward / 7 Looks Inward:
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1. Then... 
"Jane's addiction decided for her that she had suffered enough.... The pain of being unable to feel the pain was enough. The unbearable pain of the struggle to be free of her addiction was a giant wave whose undertow drew her back to the ocean of her addiction. She could no longer live free. No longer free. Under she went. The undertow of addiction drowned her. Jane's addiction could not undecide her death."

& Now... 
I am still sad at addiction's toll seen all around me. The world-at-large is finally beginning to see it, too. Can those who are lost or once were lost be the only ones who can understand? Can empathy be learned, hatred unlearned?

Can new connections form once we lay down our swords? Now I am clean. Now I am sober. And yet more die everyday. There is gratitude to be found. In then... and in now.
Lay down your sword.

2. Then... 
"Cocaine was one of many forces which drove me to my bottom. Less blackouts, more binges. I might have died a horrible death years and years later from alcohol alone. Cocaine and other drugs sped the progression of my alcoholism. Thanks Cocaine & Company!"

& Now... 
The flip-side of that coin is that even with double-digit sobriety, I'm prone to believe that just because I'm a dyed in the wool alcoholic, any and all other drugs could take me back out there. More twisted than a swizzle stick, today, again I say, "Thank You for Keeping Me Sober Today, Cocaine & Company!"

3. Then... 
"Addiction is godless, headless, insane. It rejects faith, reason, feelings. Addiction is heartless, the blackest night. No light. No sun. No stars. In its nothingness, we feel nothing and accept that nothing is acceptable and true. 'Cunning. Baffling. Powerful.'"

& Now... 
After the artificial extremes addiction seemingly provided, in recovery, my balance rebounded. Alcohol, in a class by itself, each day elevated me for the first few drinks, then, after blackout drinking for untold hours, crashed me down and out. All the while, I was separate from reality. Recovery heals. Recovery is life, pure and simple. Living. Connected, reconnected, alive.

4. Then... 
"There was a time when I was not there, but I did not know it yet. I would drink to forget, forgetting what I did not know. Not yet. I did not know yet. Where was I then, when I was not there? For years I lived somewhere between myself and the next drink. I would drink to forget what I could not think, halfway to nowhere and another drink. I was grieving and I did not know it. Someone was dying, but I could not feel it, feel my own dying. I could not own it because it owned me. Denial is so hard to feel, yet, there it is, standing next to you. You: Halfway to nowhere and another drink."

& Now... 
I am more fully present, not always, but long enough, sometimes, that the yearning that is addiction is not there. Living in the absence of the pull of the glass brings me peace. Neither thought of, nor need for the substances of addiction. Sobriety is peace, its own reward. The punishment is over. That punishment I had called desire, that pull of the glass... is over. Sobriety, fine-tuned, is a succession of feelings that you have arrived. It is not destination, but the lips almost say yes, nothing... is enough. You... are enough. There is a certain music to recovery, a harmony. Addiction is nothing but discord....

5. Then... 
"Addiction is a beast that lives within you. You cannot kill the beast. Denial, anger, fear will not kill it. Begging, pleading, blaming will not tame it. Depression, self-pity, doubt: they only feed it. Confront it. Accept it. The beast will never die."

& Now... 
Gratitude can grow from unexpected sources. Know that addiction is treatable, that recovery is doable and new growth is possible, inevitable. A serendipity serene, help-interwoven, options well-chosen, sobriety itself - golden. Enough is enough is enough... sober.

6. Then... 
"An avalanche and then forgetful snow. This is how I would die. Death by alcohol. It would seem to comfort as it killed..."

& Now... 
"Nothing matters more than that we remain sober because when we remain sober everything matters more."

7. Then... 
"Insanity's bouquet is not of different colored roses, or different flowers of various sorts. It's a bouquet of weapons, destruction, defense and offense, all wrapped in lies and gin-soaked tears, false laughter, hollowed-out bones. This is insanity's bouquet. Hot steel, cold steel, nothing. I will fill the black holes of my memory with a retrained brain. Live my way sober or lie my way drunk, powerless victim or sober victor. One foot in front of the other...."

& Now... 
The absolute desperation then, finally, knowing I was dying and knowing that the only way I could survive this was with help, without alcohol and with a boatload of hope in a sea of doubt. Fear. So much fear. This took many years. No "21 Days to a New and Better You." Alcohol had hijacked the survival part of my brain. Relapse. Relapse. Relapse. Sober roots. Sober wings. Of this I sing. Today, bursting with life, not battered and broken by decades drunk downward.
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The many seeds sprouted as a direct result of dealing with my tumultuous past have finally, borne fruit. And from that fruit future seeds will soon be found and on and on the future unfolds, generation upon generation of recovery flowering, going to seed and flowering again. Such is the nature of this good and sober life. Drink after drink after drink after drink only killed. Even desperation suffered under addiction's spell.

The taste, smell and touch of recovery is unmatched by the numb and dumb of the damned next drink. Recovery is looking backward, forging forward, pungent, palpable, doable, livable, lush.
LOL... not that kind of lush!
And yes, I remember it well!


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03 November 2018

BLACKOUT DRINKING: Tool-less & Clue-less...

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If there are things you wish to never forget, you might do well to meditate on them. Blackout drinking is near the top of that list for me. Many social drinkers out there don't understand exactly what blackout drinking is. Conscious in the moment, the drinker continues to drink up a storm. To the observer, it appears impossible that he or she will not later remember the events taking place. After all, the person is still awake and drinking. How could they not remember? The blackout drinker does not remember because no memories are being formed. Essentially, there is no memory to remember....
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Let me not fail to mention bragging rights. Going out the very next night, repeatedly bragging that we did not remember what happened to all our money, where our conversations had failed, how we got home. Each trying to outdo the next, each claiming to be more drunk than the next, a sort of party game we only partially knew we were playing.
At least this. At least that. There are always a million ways to diminish how dangerous blackout drinking is. My big at least (among others) was "at least I no longer drive a car," as if that somehow made it all alright. 
Realistically, blackout drinking is very, very dangerous, but it became the new normal for me. I got home safely, didn't I? Oh, well, I'd say to myself in one of my many states of denial. Diminish, exaggerate. Off kilter or totally off the wall, blackout drinking barely has a toehold on reality. Not even barely. Make that no hold on reality.
The irony here is that I must remember now that I could not remember then. 
This is not lost on me. 
Clarity, another tool in my toolbox replacing the fog of blackout drinking. No memories to remember, I was tool-less and clue-less.
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So, if you are or were or know a blackout drinker, know this: What more reason would one ever need to stop drinking? And this: Once the blackout drinking has become habitual, reason no longer has anything to do with it. And finally, find this: Find recovery and you just might find that you have recovered your memory as well. Meditate on memory and find gratitude for what you do remember, what you don't remember... and then you will surely find that gratitude will find a way home and it will find your heart.
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"Nothing matters more than that we remain sober because when we remain sober everything matters more."
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