My Recovery has been slowly taking over in capability. Such knowledge seeping & simpering through waiting to take flight. Building up like an inferno of fire & brimstone in the depths of my belly & sanity. I've been becoming well. I was frustrated for a little while. The knowledge but not the means but that has been changing. My knowledge has been solidifying into a reality. I've been on the verge of knowing what to do but feeling empty beneath my feet when I wanted to stamp. This Recovery is becoming very real & it's all because I'm learning how to let go.
The final challenge is to grip to the roots of how it all began a long~time ago in the early span of my 32 years. My emotions had been built on an entrenched sense of self~pity. I mourned for & since my beginnings. I felt such pain for so long for how my life began. I didn't know what I'd done wrong. I started out feeling somehow I must have deserved it all & for that I felt guilt. I've felt guilt for what seems like an age. So long it seemed normal. I was angry & resentful for all the things that went wrong; all the mistakes those close to me & those I came into contact with ever made; I felt hurt & affronted that people had harmed me from then & after.
Couldn't they all see how pure I was & how I didn't deserve their stupidity or silliness? What could I do to change all of that with my young years? I cried out again & again. Expressed myself in a thousand different ways. Being good; Being naughty; Being spiteful; Being hurt. Stop it please! Stop it Please! I don't know what's going on but it seems to keep happening & nothing I do makes a difference! So my personality learned to be helpless. The fury I felt as a teenager, the angry affront & self~righteous outrage I expressed in 'Stop doing this; Be like that' eventually turned in onto itself & became a deep~rooted ball of 'I can't do anything; I can't change this' All I felt was that I was going to have to live with it for the rest of my life & thus a continued fate was decided.
Self~pity became my food; My survival. 'This shouldn't be happening' repeating over & over. So I had a young mind & this way it set. I became a 20 year old barely away from my teens & with little experience to teach me elsewise. I was already taught what life meant. It meant struggling, ill~equipped to deal with future challenges. I already knew I could drink. I was good at that. But, I didn't think it was causing any harm or would have long~term ramifications. I coasted through the next few years. Found my first 'adult' relationship with one who would analyse & possibly make me better. Not so we would discover. There was certain reassurances there but ultimately conflict too. No~one could heal pain that had gone before & seemed to continue in its fall~out & besides, such a one had their own pain too.
So it ended in a huge entangling which had come with the rising of behaviours from an already built in sense of self, forlorness & desperation. I went on & discovered one who I felt I loved for all the right reasons & my opportunities for drink multiplied increasing as I thought I'd found a family of folk to replace my own. These people had party in the heart of them & I embraced the whole culture whole~heartedly. A circle of friends for me to plunder for love. My heart 'expressed itself best' in the veils of drunken hazes. Accept my outrageous behaviour, my screaming heart & 'all for me' attitude. Prove how much you love me by letting me misbehave or receive my inappropriate familiarity. Can't you see how much I need you to accept me, can't you see how damaged I am & how much I need you to tell me what I'm worth!?
A delight & warmth for some but an abominability for others. Stop acting so crazy, girl. What's wrong with you. That's not right. There's no need for this. Stop it. 'It's ok, it's not me, I'm drunk. It's the alcohol. But then, why can't you know me? I'm not really like that. Why can't you understand & love me? I won't give up trying to make you love me.' I had nothing to lose. I was young, carefree. Had a great job & could choose to work around any night~out I wanted. It was all party: party: party. Nevermind my silliness or the guilts I awoke with. I'll grow out of it. By the way, I don't see my family. I have little to do with them, they're all bastards & I'm the only one with all of the answers, if only they knew..
People did love me though they may have come off confused & perturbed at my behaviours & I suppose they didn't spend too long thinking about me either though, of course, my paranoia never told me that. I knew I was wrong. I knew I needed fixing & asked too much but I had little clue of little else to do. All I could think & feel was resentment that all of these people seemed fine. Could deal with themselves because 'they'd all had charmed childhoods' so I couldn't relate to them. If they'd suffered they'd understand me & then I'd be a Princess for having come through my experiences. I deserved recognition. I couldn't accept that people had their own lives to deal with. Nobody's problems could over~shadow my own. Didn't I deserve to be treated like some sort of Demi~God!
I can see these thoughts now for what they were because I don't think them any more, but, for all of my 20s they endured. That relationship came to an end. Despite all the beauty there had been, my bitterness made sure of that. Not that the other was blameless but in our young ignorance we'd created a relationship of co~dependency even then. I never took responsibilty for myself as a whole person. I had no idea what to do with my life so I lived for their ambitions. 'No, it's ok. You do what you need to do & I'll support you..' (while I float nowhere on my cloud of helplessness. All I know how to do is Party & go wild like a Party~Girl. See how fun & charming I am; See how much of a fuss I can make & by the way, Please like me!)
I'm happy for that boy now. I'm sure he's having a relationship more suited to him. I was too much for him in the end. He was innocence & simplicity & I could never have that, but then, how could he ever heal me? So I angered & felt badly~done~to. A frightful sense of injustice. How dare he run off, lick his wounds, feel healed & move on with his life & leave me floundering in the wreckage of everything I thought I knew changing. Support system gone & left to find the only comfort I was capable of receiving in the life of another none-too-healthy alcoholic. We were never a couple & the distaste I sensed from everyone around me to see me go from the stability of one well~liked & respected individual to the pathetic appeal of one as helpless & self~pitying as myself.
All of my flaws came to light. I plummeted from what grace & dignity I had to a position of complete patheticness. Everyone could see how lost I was to my substance of choice & all I could think to do next to flounder to some decent semblance of rescue to save myself was to escape to this Amazing experience abroad. So I packed up & left but not without the help of a new friend. My new discovery. My possible next chance for true love. He was innocent though had suffered so we found that footing in friendship. He accepted my pain & held me to kiss it softly. It raged inside me & he accepted my need to wallow. Followed me over during my geographical & consoled me throughout.
I drank heavily so never allowed myself to grow. I could drink as much as I liked & until the times I liked so I spoiled. I took my pity & self~consciousness everywhere. I didn't have to immerse myself too much in the extraodinariness of the experience. I kept myself isolated too. The drink was my friend & I didn't know how to have sensible, grown~up & equalled chat with my counterparts so I simply carried on with my seeking solace & comfort in the bottom of a glass. I could always justify myself with bravado once I was feeling that fuzz. How blind I can see I was with my vision now.
I came back to my new friend & couldn't handle a return to Liverpool & 'family' so I fled to his home & returned to try my luck at re~cooping some sense of friendship from my old~love. Of course, this went horribly & furthered the struggle of my pain & remorse for all I thought I'd lost. I dragged my new friend through this turmoil & we loved the best we could but it was all about me & my broken heart. Eventually I couldn't take any more. My heart told me there was something wrong with the situation & we couldn't grow together so I left it there & scurried back to Liverpool, this heart still desperate for an answer.
I lived with my parental folks for 6months & can't say I was a pleasure. Held my Mother in the height of disdain & allowed her to know on a daily basis. That home reminded me of every depression I'd ever felt or witnessed. My parents a reflection of everything inadequate in mine & their life. What I didn't know then was that my own contribution made it 10times worse. I couldn't recognise my own mother's trials & successes. She was a failure in my eyes so I poisoned her with that esteem.
Had a high romance of little substance during that summer. More drink & escapes across the water. Little progress in my work. More incidences of misbehaviour & silliness when drunk. Attempted study again during which said 'romance' came to an abrupt & unceremonious end though not without the benefit of breaking the spell & habit of coming to depend on another for my own responsiblities. Then, finally, the opportunity to get my life & belongings together all in one place & well away from the offending family. The imagined help I'd always thought I was managing from drink was becoming transparently thin further & I can't say much of it was productive.
That story so far ends here. I met my ex A & had a 15mth relationship which brought me much shame & enough degradation to bring me to my knees & if for nothing else right now I can thank him for that. My double rockbottoms in the beginning & end of Summer 06.
This has not been a pity~party but an honest representation of how I was motivated before. This I've been coming to know in the new terms I'm learning. I needed to face the guilt of my responsibility for how my life happened since I had 'control' as an adult. I'm suddenly realising that this has only been a past. That's all it is. My awakening & recovering of myself has helped me to realise that all that I did before was a strategy. Only a strategy. Not a personality. That's beginning to grow out from the inside. I'm learning how to grow out of my resentments & let them go but first I had to acknowledge my faults in all of this; Confess my sins & speak of how I erred before. That's how you can become free. To suddenly let go of how you survived before for now we have simple answers & simple routes forward & with genuine friendships with those doing the same.
I believe in this programme & its ethos. This has been the deepest, longest intake of breath I've ever had & I could never have dreamed that I could & would exhale so much of this dead air forever. I know it's going to be a daily task of purge & maintenance but I can now believe how, for the rest of my life, I know I have the opportunities to live on gratitude & giving. Except this time I have to take & give to me first what is freely given & in so accepting, returning the gift to those who would know & those who could need.
My life is simple today. Challenging, exciting, loving & fulfilling. My fear melts daily & I love the silent strength of my HP running though me & connecting me with my humanity & all I share it with. I wrote this in my early recovery & I'm so grateful I articulated those thoughts & feelings I can possibly forget as I don't suffer with them today. I am treating my alcoholism on a daily basis & this brings peace & growth & something to give away. Thank you for this space for me to share.
You are all a catalyst for change in me & I wish only the best for you with God's grace in your life however you experience that to be. For all our newcomers, you need never take a drink again 1Day@aTime. There is a solution in these steps. They help me & I hope they may help you. Acceptance, Honesty, Openmindedness & Willingness are the keys to the kingdom. There's a great view from here. Keep coming back. It gets better. Love & fellowship, Danielle x
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Good read Danielle. I identify with much of that when I was a newer and some still.. I have also gone back and read some of what I wrote a year and some ago and it seems pretty mindboggling. My recollection is that I didn't make sense at all in the first few months, but in actuality, I did make sense and I was just learning stuff so fast that it felt confusing.
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