Friday, January 9, 2009

Empty On The Inside

This evening I got to go to the Book Study meeting. We read the personal story "Empty on the Inside". I related to the author where she spoke of being a neglectful parent. I experience that same sense of vacancy when I didn't have enough love to give to my child. I remember feeling like I was sucking the life out of him rather than nurturing him with the love that he needed in such a critical and vulnerable time in his development. I remember being hung over and feeling empty, remorseful, and hopeless. and then holding him tight and getting the only sense of meaning present in my life.


I also related to the author when she spoke of feeling like everyone else had been handed the instructions in life except her. I felt like this even though I did have a good set of life skills. I was good at my jobs, good at academics, good at getting along with people, good at arts, good at sports, good at health and hygiene, a good citizen, etc., etc. But I still felt like everyone else had the instructions to life and I missed it. I couldn't control my emotions, I couldn't keep intimate relationships, I couldn't find meaning in life, I couldn't live up to my potential, I couldn't stop getting high. It was like the life skills wheel I saw at the middle school, there was an empty hole in the middle where God should be.

The Big Book taught me the model of correction of my inner self and how to connect to God at the center. Thus my life skills have become better formed and truly useful. I now have meaning and purpose and love in my life and I can be useful to other people. I am blessed with children that I do not neglect and I no longer feel empty on the inside.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

I AM A MIRACLE

The central fact of our lives today is the absolute certainty that our Creator has entered into our hearts and lives in a way which is indeed miraculous. He has commenced to accomplish those things for us which we could never do by ourselves. ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS, p. 25

AT 7:00 this morning I opened my garage door and looked out at the street in front of my house and it looked like a war zone. There were piles of fireworks remnants and cannon shells all over the place from the party last night. I thought to myself that there were probably many people who would wake up today and feel like that street looked.

I thought about what a miracle it is that I don't have to feel like a war zone in my head today. I thought about what a miracle it is that I didn't have to drink last night or any night for the past year and a few before that.

I thought about the first New Year's party that I drank. I had a flashback to it the other night. I was sitting with the baby and the kids were watching Charlie Brown New Year. I suddenly remembered that I had identified with him leading up to that New Year's party in 1974. I too was anticipating the worry that I would make a fool out of myself, that I wouldn't be able to talk to the girls, that I wouldn't be able to dance, and that I would be perceived as boring and uncool. I went to the party with a Charlie Brown conception of myself and it was just like that until IT happened. My friend snuck me my first full glass of alcohol, it was champagne.

Something inconceivable happened to me when I drank that glass. Suddenly the world shifted. Suddenly the party no longer felt like the Charlie Brown New Year, it felt like Saturday Night Fever and I felt like Tony Manero! Suddenly I was bold and bullet proof and could talk to the ladies and dance like i was on Soul Train. Suddenly I felt like everybody respected me and I was on fire!

That night didn't end well. We were only allowed a few drinks but I started craving more liquor and started sneaking it. I drank too much and got caught, I got so loaded that I tried to hit on my friend's mom. I burned my hair and I was crawling on the floor crying. When they drove me home I fell out of the car in front of my parents house, and puked my guts. My parents got into a huge argument with the parent who had the party.

The next day my head and body felt like a war zone. Nothing even close to that bad had ever happened to me in my life. I remembered all of the bad stuff that had happened and none of the good stuff. I swore I would never drink again.

A few days or weeks later my friend reminisced with me about the good parts of the party. Suddenly the memory of how good drinking felt to me came rushing back. I actually remembered what the euphoric feeling felt like not just the confidence that it gave me. I could remember what was so bad about it that I swore it off. My friend and I went out and got loaded again. Thus began a pattern that would dog me for the next 25 years.

Normal people don't react like that to alcohol. Alcohol doesn't change the world for most people. Most people don't crave more so much that they can't stop. Normal people don't have the sort of problems with control that I had.

Most people don't have the sorts of problems with the consequences of drinking that I had. Most people eventually stop and don't start again when these things happen. I never couldn't remember what was so bad that I had to swear it off. I always drank again.

I had many unhappy New Years after that. The holiday came to be a time that I would dread. I remember not making it to midnight a lot of years. I remember disappearing on a binge a lot on New Years. I remember a lot of crying and pain and heartache. It always felt like a war zone.

It's a miracle that people who drank like me can get sober.
It's a miracle that people whose lives got screwed up so bad can get such good lives back.
It's a miracle that people whose minds suffered such damage can find joy again.

I tried for years to get sober through will power and self control. I achieved improvement and success in many areas of my life but could never get control over my drinking. It took a miracle for that to happen.

Thanks be to God for that miracle!

Mission

This is a blog about one man's experiences in 12 step recovery and the spiritual life. ~