14 June 2019

:-) :-) :-) :-) :-) TODAY (short & simple): My 15 Years of Continuous Recovery Celebrated :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)


Actually, it was Facebook that reminded me of my short post last year when I marked 14 years.
This was that:
Barely remarked by me, the rear view mirror exclaimed that my Anniversary of the 14th Year of Continuous Sobriety had come and gone.
I've sort of stopped counting the days I've gained when stacked against the monumental losses of loved ones all around.
There is sadness in a happy time, by any measure.
My Anniversary, a small, significant pleasure.
A sad time, with greater meaning deep within.
Fifteen beckons in its own meandering way.
Peace be you day, whatever day it is.
A Happy Sobriety has Won, again, today. 
I was taken aback (pun intended).
Thank you, Facebook.
I responded by sharing my post from a year ago with this additional short note:
Each day passes without the thought of a drink, but like riding a bicycle, I will not ever forget how to pedal.
Another year, now 15 continuous years of sobriety, has passed by. This last year has been marked by my cancer diagnosis, treatment and survival, and Recovery Coach training.
Survival, suffering, peace, joy and gratitude are in the mix. Such an odd meatball (!) Life is.
Please find your best way to thrive another day.
Smell the coffee, tend the roses, lend a hand.
Tears of Joy and Sorrow in the Mix.
Strive on!
Nothing deep or profound there, but when carefully unwrapped, deep and profound joy was found within.
Time to reread my book again.
It's good to take a long look back & a short look forward once in awhile, who I was and where this road may lead.
:-) :-) :-) :-) :-)

12 June 2019

*_*_*_* Street Drugs, Quality NOT Controlled vs. Alcohol, the Deadliest Drug *_*_*_*

The quality of street drugs is NOT controlled.People die every day and hour from ingesting, snorting and shooting up different substances than what they presume they had just purchased.
Alcohol IS a controlled substance. In my home state, Pennsylvania, liquor is sold by the state and monitored by a Liquor Control Board. You are certain of the quality and purity of every substance you purchase.
So alcohol is safer than street drugs, right?
Except for me.
It's not safe for me.
Not safe.
Presumably never was. A long, hard lesson had to be learned.
A 30-year look back on my drinking experience has proven to me beyond doubt that it is not safe for me to drink under any circumstances or conditions. Ever. No matter how many decades between sips. Alcoholism and its attendant consequences have always been progressive for me. My life has always gotten progressively worse each and every time I have picked up a drink.
No matter the purity and proof of the alcohol I might ingest, it's me who is out of control whenever i drink. I'm a blackout drinker who continues to drink well after my ability to form memories has evaporated. My brain's desire for all else dissipates.
Alcohol replaces what alcohol displaces.
Illusion, delusion and insanity ensue. The only gain is loss. And loss is all.
After years of sustained sobriety, all street drugs, alcohol and prescription drugs (except as prescribed by a doctor) are off my Wish List, Bucket List and a List of other Lists. With no illusion of control over addictive substances, my recovery continues to flourish in their absence.
Pretty Poison, Sweet Poison, My Alcohol is the Deadliest Drug of All.
Recovery is my substance.
You may also enjoy ALL DRINKING ASIDE: The Destruction, Deconstruction & Reconstruction of an Alcoholic Animal 
Find it on Amazon.com. Book it here: http://amzn.to/1bX6JyO 

08 June 2019

*_*_*_* I Turned into a Real Mister Thirsty *_*_*_*

"Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't," the TV jingle for Almond Joy & Mounds candy bars sings out. I find that so relatable, like the Insanity illustrated here. It seems to virtually run up and down my Family Tree and onto the far branches.
The nut doesn't fall far from the tree, as it were.
Once alcoholism had me in its evil clutches, it hardly seemed relevant which part of the Nature / Nurture Controversy rang truer.
Bells rang and like Pavlov's dog, I was off to the races.
My barstool nickname was Rusty, named after my beverage of choice, Rusty Nails. That heyday lasted a decade before being converted into plastic pints of the cheapest vodka available in a plain brown wrapper.
Not to be a Debbie Downer (of SNL fame), but if Insanity wasn't a little bit familiar to all of us, this Stroll would not be in the least bit Droll.
"We are not a glum lot" by a far shot!
Here, then, Rusty, Mister Thirsty and I Wish You All a Sane, Sober & a Little Bit Silly Weekend, All Drinking Aside.
You may also enjoy ALL DRINKING ASIDE: The Destruction, Deconstruction & Reconstruction of an Alcoholic Animal 
Find it on Amazon.com. Book it here: http://amzn.to/1bX6JyO