Not sure if you ever saw the movie “Shawshank Redemption,” but there is a great scene in that film regarding ‘hope.’ Tim Robbins’ character has it and Morgan Freeman’s character thinks he is hopelessly romancing hope because hope is a heart breaker.
Maybe it depends on the person when it comes to hope. I used to feel disdain for hope. Maybe it was because I grouped hope with wishing and praying when I was using and drinking. Then again, the things I hoped for were things like not getting pulled over by the police while I was high or having twenty extra dollars in my pocket to finish getting my load on. Go figure.
These days ‘hope’ is very different for me. I do hope for material things like hitting the lottery or waking up one day with big boobs, but I know these things aren’t going to happen, so I am acting the child when it comes to hoping, praying and wishing for things.
I need to redirect my hope to attainable things that are not materialistic. I write music reviews for three different websites. At this moment, I am not paid for this, but that’s okay. I love what I do. I hope to one day get paid to write about music, but until then I will work my day job and write about music in the evening.
I hope to one day have a flourishing career in the music/writing industry.
Yes! Happy Summer Solstice everyone… today is the 21st day of June 2013. Being so, I decided I have been way too damn negative and I need to amp up my positive vibes!
While it is extremely easy for us to get into a slump it is just as easy to step out of that dark hole and count the blessings God bestows upon us each day!
Therefore, since it is the first day of summer, I am calling this “New Attitude Day.” No matter how down we get on ourselves sometimes, or how crappy we feel, there is always… always something to be grateful for. It could be something monumental or something as simple as having toothpaste. You get the idea…
Today is a gorgeous day here on the East Coast… filled with warm sunshine, cool breezes, chirping birds, a bright blue sky and tons of other things – all reminding me that there is a God…
Amazing things happen when we lose the “poor me” attitude and get grateful!
God willing, I will have a 7th Anniversary of being clean and sober on May 26th of this year. I haven’t been blogging consistently, and I am truly sorry for that. I have so much stuff going on in terms of kids, other writing obligations and “life stuff.”
But for now, I am going to focus on the writing aspect of my life. Pull up a chair and a cup of your favorite beverage if you wish.
I started writing around the age of nine or ten I guess. I remember writing my first book report about “The Tell-Tale Heart” by Edgar Allen Poe in grade school. I fell in love with the story, and Poe, and looked forward to writing more book reports (yes I was a geeky child)! I started keeping a diary and wrote silly little stories about my friends inside.
As I grew and matured (using that term loosely), I stopped writing unless it was a letter in school to one of my BFF’s or a boy.
In my early twenties, I actually wrote my first novel. It is unpublished to this date and only a lone printed, bound copy remains. Most of that novel was written while drunk because I inherently felt I could only write when I was chemically altered.
Fast forward about four years and I decided to go to college at night as an English Major and wound up switching my major to Behavioral Health with a focus on addiction for the rest of my term. Ironic.
So I wrote off and on, off and on for a number of years. I kept many journals and diaries both hard copy and internet bound. I wrote a lot of poetry. Dark disturbing words (again always drunk and angry) I wrote steady over the course of a week. I wrote about 130 poems in those seven days. That is floating around somewhere as well.
I even had one published in a local newspaper!
Here it is:
Reality and fantasy, truth and lies.
When I’m awake I forget real, and fantasize.
When I speak my mind, I speak it well.
When I talk back, I listen even better.
When I hear other voices, I try to ignore.
Don’t tell me what to say, don’t tell me what to do.
I’m done listening to you; all you speak is tainted.
I’m stained with lies, marked by deceit.
My eyes are wicked, my grin is cold.
You look at me, but you can’t look long.
You’re so weak. Ha!
Try to tell me you’re strong.
I laugh so loud inside, you can’t hear me.
But I can.
Reality and fantasy, I like to fantasize.
Reality is too much for me, I like my peace.
I like to be alone whenever I can.
So no one hears my whispers as I answer myself…
Again and again.
That is my first official published piece of anything. I remember how excited I felt. My mom got a bunch of the papers and framed a copy of the poem for me. That copy sits on my dresser today and I look at it sometimes because I get caught up in life stuff and my dreams slip away.
So that’s it for me… for now. Hope everyone is doing well.. maybe you’d like to tell me what is going on in your neck of the woods? I’d sure like to hear about you!
This post was originally called “Righteousness – The Road to Misery” but I changed it last-minute. Resentment and righteousness go hand in hand, really. After all, I can’t feel resentful if I am not feeling righteous. Not to mention, resentment is the number one thing that sends alcoholics and addicts back to a drink or drug no matter how long they have been sober.
I stated in an earlier post how angry I was as a child. This anger brewed inside me as the decades of my life passed. Realistically, anger for me was always resentment. I resented:
The list went on for pages. Then, when I got sober, I was still resentful at everyone and everything. Sure, I was floating on the pink cloud of newfound freedom from drugs and alcohol. It was great waking up feeling good – not hung over or dope sick. But I still had all that resentment and it was eating away at my soul like cancer.
After my pink cloud dissipated into the sun of real life, I was still left with all that resentment! What to do… how about a Fourth Step? The Fourth Step works and continues to work today. See, in all my resentment, anger, jealousy.. etc, I played a part! I couldn’t believe that. I mean, how the hell could I play a part in the way my ex-husband treated me years ago or any of the other “injustices” dumped on me?
It was simple and with the help of my sponsor I figured it out. These days, if I feel resentful I kind of sit in it for a little while (I’m a good alcoholic) but then I really have to do a quick inventory, give it to God and let it go. This makes for happier days.
I was always the “why kid.” You know, that annoying little brat in the back seat (or at the lunch table) that questions everything. I mean, I never questioned why the sky was blue or the sun was hot, but I did question a lot of stuff that really spoke for itself.
When I drank and drugged, I questioned why my life sucked so bad. I questioned why life felt like hell everyday. I questioned why the hell God kept me around after it was clear I did not want to be alive. Honestly, my life sucked because I chose for it to suck. Simple…
What I have learned in these past years is that questioning everything is a ridiculous behavior that I still get caught up in… a lot. I start to question things when I don’t go to enough meetings. And the questions I ask, in the car on the way to work (this is when I have my conversations with God) are pretty silly. They are the kind of questions a teenager would ask their mother or God.
Yeah, I am slowly catching up to my real age. I think at this point I am like 20 in drug years.
Other things I question are people’s motives or actions. For example, I might question why my boyfriend did ‘x, y, or z.” But you know what? It doesn’t really matter because he did whatever it is he did. My job is to figure out why it makes me feel sad, jealous or angry and go from there. I should question myself more and question others less.
As much as I hated my life until about six years ago, I always loved people. My first job was at a 7-11 working the 6 am – 3 pm shift and after my shyness and terror wore off, I realized… I love this. The interaction with the customers was my favorite part of the day. Even now, working at an accounting firm, as crazy as tax season is, I love when clients come in the office. There is just something great about being around people. I always joke that being in nature would be heaven for me, and that really isn’t a joke… really. I love being around the trees, water and animals. But people…
While the things I learn from people vary, what is interesting is I learn a lot of behaviors and mannerisms I wish not to have or use. I worked at a Wawa (part-time) as a second job about two years ago. I loved being on register because of the customers (even the grumpy ones!) and I smiled at everyone that came through my line. Sometimes there were rude people, and that was okay. Sometimes there were bratty kids – and bratty adults – who handed me their money in a little rolled up ball (please, if you do this… it is rude.. stop!) But still, I smiled… I loved the people.
One night, a pretty woman a little younger than me came through my line. When I saw her I thought of myself immediately. Here was this attractive woman, dressed a little provocatively and she was drunk off her ass. Now, maybe when I was new in sobriety, this would have been a trigger for me, but at this point, it was a sort of epiphany. I felt sad and embarrassed for her as I rang her up and asked her if she was okay. She laughed and said something snarky and of course, I just smiled.
After I said a small prayer for her that night before bed, I thanked God for my second chance at life. I also thanked him for sending that woman through my line as a stark reminder of “what it was like” for me and then remembered “what it is like now.”
It is different and I love it. I love waking up feeling the same way I went to bed. I love being able to talk about things without screaming at someone and then drowning my sorrows in booze and drugs.
The people, places and things in my life today are amazing. Thank you God.. and thank you to everyone else and my program for getting me on with getting on.
How do you handle the interesting people who enter your life on a daily basis?
You’ve heard the sayings… “don’t look back” — “learn from the past” — “the pain heals, but the scars remain” — there are hundreds of sayings that talk about the past. Looking back on the past kept me in a whirlwind of sorrow and misery. I would stay there, dwelling and obsessing like a goat over a woolen shirt. I still do it sometimes and then I think, “what the hell am I doing?!”
Feeling sorry for myself became an art as I sat at the bar, drowning my sorrows yapping about my pathetic life (which was everyone else’s fault, by the way).
I used to be hung up on the “why” of the past. Why did this happen to me? Where did I go wrong? Why me? WHY ME? WHY ME?!
The trick for me is to look back, learn and move the hell on.
It’s true, I have learned from the past. I learned that drinking and drugging were transparent band-aids that masked my misery while pouring salt in my wounds. That is a part of my past I cannot forget. Ever. But, I had to get over it… the pain, the sorrow and especially the feeling sorry for myself. How would I do that? After all, I was great at feeling sorry for myself. I was great at sitting in my own crap while I donned the face of misery and self-pity.
I should bother to look back, but only to learn and share.
I’m not sure how many of my beautiful readers dealt with bullying and teasing as children, but I have to say, that stuff has a profound affect on people. It sure as hell had a profound affect on me. So much that, even today I, at times, have a case of the uglies. You know that sick, yucky, disturbing feeling inside… that “I’m not good enough, not pretty enough..” Hell, not anything enough.
As I write this post, I am reflecting on my day. I had a good day all in all (any day sober is a good day!) I did have a case of the uglies today, however, and when it was going down in my (always) amped up mind, I was beating myself up… royally. The “uglies” as I call them, are sneaky, vile little things that grip me up in a second if I cannot “kill” them.
I was talking with my boyfriend today about this stuff in a sense. Not specifically “killing the uglies” but more so why the hell shit bothers me that bothers me. Like, stuff that shouldn’t really bother me. One thing I do when I talk to people is listen to what I am saying because, believe it or not, there is always some message in my words that I should hear. Does that sound vain and egotistical? Perhaps…
I brought up a profound event in my life that shaped my sense of self from the age of nine until this very moment. I talk about these things because I have to KILL THE UGLIES. I have to remind myself that there is a deeper root to my insecurities and low self-esteem if I am going to get better. There is always something more than the “surface insecurity” and that is what I have to get to… fast.
This is where a big part of my program comes in. I couldn’t get over any of the pain, torment and geekiness I felt from a child through my early thirties. Being a good alcoholic, I drowned my pain in booze and promiscuity, as I searched for someone or something to fill that void or abandonment. Long after I got sober, I still searched. There had to be someone or something out there that could kill this damn ugly feeling. But alas, I learned that I had to kill the uglies from the inside.
Some days I still struggle. I might stop praying, slack on my meeting attendance or stop networking with my sober circle. That’s when the uglies start to seep in. Thankfully, I know just what to do to squash those bastards.
Do you have something that helps you when you start to get overwhelmed?
Inconsistency should really be my middle name. Throughout my life, I have been inconsistent about everything: work, family, kids, money and even hobbies. I don’t know if I have untreated A.D.H.D. or if I am just inherently lazy, but this crap has plagued me since I was little. I get all gung-ho about something and then a day, week or a month floats by and I say, “Wow, this is pretty f’ing boring.” Other times, I purposely refrain from proceeding, perhaps in an attempt to self-sabotage. I’m really good at that.
Inconsistency is the main ingredient in any recipe for failure. For me, not writing 500 words a day leads to no published novel (hell, not even a final draft!) along with many other unfulfilled dreams and aspirations that I could have if I just remained consistent. I could sit here and make tons of excuses as to my lack of motivation, my screaming inconsistency and my lazy ways, but that’s just it. They are excuses.
What I am consistent with: my program and abstaining from alcohol and drugs. Please know that I am not bragging. It isn’t set in stone that “I got this” when it comes to my recovery from alcoholism/addiction. I see it too much in the places I go… people I care about falling off the wagon or never quite grasping the concept. Maybe they did have the concept but for whatever reason, decided to “try to drink successfully.” I can honestly say I have not seriously entertained taking a drink or drug in these past years… even when those silly, glamorized booze commercials come on the television or I watch a movie with blatant drug use. I do get those little tummy knots sometimes when I watch something like that, but that’s my cue. “Turn it off, Darlene. Nothing to see here.”
By the Grace of God, I will have seven clean & sober years on May 26, 2013.
So I was watching the Oprah Winfrey Network (OWN) this morning and there were all these fascinating episodes that dealt with “self.” Like, how we treat the self, how outside events impact the self and so much stuff I went out and bought a book by one of the people Oprah was interviewing. “The Untethered Soul” by Michael A. Singer. The book is to liberate us from a contained self-image.
Based solely on the interview, the information I gathered from the show and snippets of the book I scanned, I have hope that this book will break me through my final barrier… me.
I have always tried to keep it real. I’ve tried to remain grounded in all I do, say or feel along with trying to be there for anyone who crosses my life path. But there are these things, these feelings, that get in the way on a consistent basis. And when I let my head get the best of me, I am no longer keeping it real per say, but getting sucked into a myopic array of disillusionment which takes me back to that dark room of self-loathing.
Yeah, pretty messed up stuff. The more messed up part of all this crap is that I project this putrid bile onto other human beings. Instead of just being in a moment or looking at things for what they are, I tend to read deeper into whatever is going on and then I project my thoughts, insecurities and the like others.
This leads to:
feeling less than
That is a pretty hefty list of awful feelings, ideals and all around yuckiness.
Lately, I have been way up in my head. This is a tough place for me when I am trying to live a life of peace. My head is not peaceful. It is constantly chattering, whispering and telling me rotten things. I believe these things. I give my thoughts weight and that is when the horrible list above comes into play. I used to drink and drug to get rid of these thoughts and feelings. Drinking and drugging is not an option for me.
This is why I bought the book. My thoughts (and yours) are so automatic, I never question them. You’ve heard the saying, “I think, therefore I am.” UGH!!! How awful is that? I certainly do not want to be what I think! My twelve-step program helps ( a lot!) but lately I just feel like I need an added tool.
As I go through this book (highlighting sentences and paragraphs like I always do) I will be updating my blog with what I have learned and if any of it is making sense. It made sense on Oprah’s show, therefore, I am sure it will make sense.