Recovery Reconsidered (present): Their Way, My Way, or Both?
As previously mentioned, I came upon a “New Year Mission Statement” I wrote back in the day titled “My Way” and after reading it, I realized: wow, this is pretty much how I currently feel in my recovery and life in general. 20 years later, I can still relate to my teenage self.
That’s when it hit me: I’m still a child in a thirty something body who needs to grow the fuck up. This gave me pause to ask two questions:
- Rhetorical Question: How can I expect to raise my children right if I am still a child myself?
- Actual Question: What have I done and NOT done to get to this point in my life?
I know exactly what I’ve done and not done and here are the simple answers:
- As selfish and self-centered as I am, I am very codependent. I have lived my entire life putting others needs, wants, feelings and opinions before my own. I have spent years trying to live up to everyone’s ideal of me so that I remain in their good graces, even when I don’t need, want, feel or think the same as them.
- I have not made my recovery a priority. I haven’t done the steps properly and have been stagnant in my growth due to my fears; thinking I am not good enough to share in meetings, worthy of taking tokens, engaging in sponsorship or seeking more friends in recovery outside my little circle…until now.
I know what you’re thinking: why haven’t you, Pixie? What’s been holding you back these (close to) 6 years that you haven’t drank?
The long and short of it is this: I fully embodied the dry drunk mentality. I was carrying around the idea of “someday” being able to “drink like a lady.” (Which P.S. WTF came up with that phrase, as if women drink differently than men. FTS, we’re all human beings who suffer from a spiritual malady that keeps us alcoholics sick so that will be last time I use that ridiculous phrase.) The obsession was alive and well for most of my recovery and was finally lifted on December 12th, 2016.
I could give you a million more reasons why, I’m good at that. Justifying my “not so great” decisions to make myself feel better; or to make you think that I’m doing everything that is expected of me so that I am not shamed, or punished when you find out I am not.
With that said, I am SO done living that way within the rooms of AA. I’m pushing 40 years old for crying out loud. I’m tired of feeling bad that I don’t work my program “their way.” It’s time I own “my way” and finally work a program that works for me.
But, here’s the thing:
“My way” is a big “bad” skeleton (BBS.)