by brightonia20 » 08 Sep 2011 21:34
I felt old behaviours coming back but only realise it now, because i've relapsed.
I will copy and paste two blog entries that i made within two days of making my first entry i had relapsed. relapsed on 6th september.
here is the first entry....
Early days of recovery
Submitted by brightonia20 on September 4th, 2011
Hi all, I thought I would write a blog. Because I know one day I'll look back on it, read it and think ' I've come a long way'. Purely for selfish reasons - obviously!
Two weeks ago I thought I couldn't deal with life without picking up a drink. I couldnt accept that I have this illness. I could say it, which is more than I could do before joining the rooms. I think I'm actually accepting it now. About a month ago now, I went to my first AA meeting. I didn't talk at my first meeting, but the third one I did (only because I didn't have much choice, it was an extremely small, small meeting (and I mean very small!).
But that was the start of my journey, after picking up the phone actually saying out loud ' I am an alcoholic'. The more I learn about this illness, the more I learn to accept it. If anything, I'm just quite relieved to know what's wrong with me. I always thought vodka was the 'devil' and everything went wrong when I drank that. After changing my drinks and still, drinking till black out I realised that was not the problem. Although saying that, I still wasn't ready to admit and aknowledge that their was a problem.
I've had some days where I haven't wanted to be part of this world, the obsession and the craving has been so damn powerful, overwhelming and just painful that I didn't feel like I could do it. I then had two really good days, where some may say I was too well. I soon tripped up and realised, I can never be too well. I never want to be too well, otherwise I'll end up back out there and I cant guarentee that I would make my way back to the rooms.
Today, I've been to two AA meetings. The passion in those rooms is just amazing. People are enjoying their sobriety, they were and are willing to go to any lengths. The 'easier and softer way' is this way. My way didn't work. I have a programme which I need to be living every day. If I'm not living and working the programme its only a matter of time until I'm back out into the chaos.
There's phrases I've heard such as ' give time, time' , ' its slowbriety not sobriety' and also ' I know I have another drink in me, but I don't know that I have another recovery'.
A few weeks ago when I went to my first meeting and somebody said, 'take it one day at a time' I felt like saying ' Don't you realise how hard it is!' Of course they do and did. I have to admit , truth be told that I probably hadn't had enough of the drink, after relapsing after 10 days of sobriety for a few days and since then I have been sober. Whether or not I have another drink left in me, just dooesn't matter. I don't want to re-visit. If anything I'm full of fear that If I drink I just don't know what will happen. I'm experiencing fear of even picking up that drink. I don't need to pick up. It's not the tenth drink, It's the first one that does it. I now understand the allergy that I set off when I put a drink in me. I didn't before. I also understand that there is more to it than just putting down the drink. I have the 'ism'. I can argue with my mind on a daily basis, but aslong as I do the opposite to what it tells me to do I will be okay. Aslong as I surrender every day and accept and admit that I am unmanagable and that I am powerless over it. Then I like to think that I will not drink one day at a time.
I then made this blog entry below today.... whilst it was all so fresh....
Relapse
Submitted by brightonia20 on September 8th, 2011
I relapsed on tuesday night 6th September and had my last drink this morning at around 7am. I thought that it was a resentment that took me back out there. Nah, It was pure arrogance and cockiness. I thought I had felt a change in me, A change that made me feel like I'd mastered the programme within 5 weeks and I was so sure I wouldnt pick up.
Truth is, In the last week old behaviours have been coming back and only can I see that now. Now that the damage has been done, the phonecalls and texts have been made and sent and that I have that raw, fresh, feeling of pure guilt, embarassment, shame and gosh... I don't know. What I do know is that I will not forget how I felt this morning and all day today. I went to a step meeting and the member doing the chair quite rightly said, If you don't do step one properly and 100% you will drink again.
I thought I knew everything because I remembered things people had said in meetings ' its slowbriety not sobrierty'. That made me god, that made me sound smart and like I was working the programme and I knew what I had to do and what I shouldn't do. Quite easy to blame my relapse on a resentment but that would be lying. If I were to be totally honest, I'd say that it was arrogance and cockiness but also, I don't know why I picked up that drink. I'm Jo and I am an alcoholic and I do have the Ism that goes with that. I am powerless over alcohol, If there was any doubt before, the last few days have confirmed that for me. This relapse may have just saved my life. Although obviously I'd rather it hadnt of happened.... It did, and unfortunately I can't change the past, or the future I can only control this present moment in time.
I totally and utterly surrender, I cannot do this alone, I cannot ' fake it to make it '. I thought I knew how cunning, baffling and powerful this illness was, I must not of known as much as I thought I did. I know that when I pick up a drink I'm powerless and I turn into somebody I hate SO much. SO much. I've sent SO many texts today to people, apologising. I said to my sponsor, I'm sick of making the same sodding mistakes and ending up in the same, ugly place... but worse each time. I could never say to the rooms that I enjoyed my relapse, It was lovely... Best few days of my life. That would be total and utter bullshit. It was hell, It was unmanageable, It was embarassing, I'm disgusted with myself. I wasn't putting my recovery first, I thought I was but I wasn't. My recovery must be and is the most important thing to me. I said to people when I had a drink in my hand, dont you try and stop me, I'll fight you. Well, all I can say now is, anyone that trys taking my recovery away from me will have me to deal with. I'm not going to take my own recovery away from myself, and I won't allow anyone else to either. I want sobriety, I don't and can't keep feeling this. If I were to drink again it would go one of two ways, I would drink and drink and drink and drink and lose my job, family, friends, home and end up dying due to alcoholism. OR... I would drink and want to end my life the next morning, because I know one thing for sure, I cannot deal with this feeling of pure disgust, misery, shame and so on again. Like someone once said; I know I've got another drink in me, But I don't know If I have another recovery.
This is painful, this is horrible and my god for all the times I've judged people out of pure arrogance for crying in meetings and for relapsing, I feel utter disgust at myself. I now know through my own experience how painful it is. Only because I found out the hard way.
I wanted to write this experience down because my life depends on remembering how I feel right now in this heartbeat.
Its quite clear to me the difference in the two posts. First one is a bunch of lies and the second one is brutal honesty.