New Ideas

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I am still bummed they stopped doing the daily post and that has dulled my motivation to blog. Edits for the novel are almost complete, along with some new entries for Poetry Through Recovery which still does not have an official release date.

Despite the delays, I came up with another great idea for myself since I have so much to offer the world.

I am starting a YouTube Channel. Yes! How exciting, right? It’s going to be a trial and error thing at first because I have some issues with talking (it’s why I am a writer) but I want to do this because I feel a deep calling in me. (I guess it helps that I am taking a public speaking class in the fall!)

My YouTube Channel is going to be about getting through the bullshit of feelings, to put it bluntly, so people can live their best life. There will be an edge about living sober because one of the biggest reasons why people abuse drugs is because they don’t know how to deal. In light of this sick, sad opiate epidemic, I feel like it is something I need to do since opiates almost killed me and I am here to tell the tale of survival. I am attending a viewing tonight of a young woman who died last week as a result of opiate abuse. ūüė¶

There has to be a way to stop all of this insanity, and I believe the first major step is self-awareness.

The username is irrelevant to the cause right now (it is Ninja500Chic – I used to ride a motorcycle!), but that link name will be changing to something more appropriate to what I want to do… which is help people with the truth about living sober. And not just sober, really. Living life free from the bullshit of regret and the past.

I am still figuring all of this out. Meditation has been a cornerstone in my life recently and let me tell you, it helps. A lot. It really makes sense to me now how life situations come in piles instead of droplets.

I am so excited about this! ‚̧ Stay tuned my friends… this is going to be beautiful.

Please, go to YouTube and follow my channel for upcoming videos about how to live your best life whether you are sober, want to be sober or are struggling to stay sober. Maybe you have a family member who struggles with addiction… this channel will help you to see inside the mind of an addict from both sides.

Right now, the channel is: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfmkKfG9HbB0SmKKg-rgg0w

The username is:

https://www.youtube.com/user/Ninja500Chic

Image: matthewmister.com

Carve A Dream

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Dreams are for losers. That was the message I got when I was a kid. Don’t bother, you’ll never pull it off, you’re a girl, no one would hire you, do something safe. Blah, blah, blah.

Well, let me tell you something. I decimated my dream of being an auto mechanic about twelve years ago, but my dream of being a famous writer is still on the stove and I plan on cooking it up to perfection. I am already published, so I got that foot in the game. But the dream I am carving is a delicacy that I cannot wait to savor and devour.

Every day I envision myself in my log cabin home that sits on fifteen acres of mountainous land somewhere in Pennsylvania. There is a fireplace in the master bedroom, the five guest rooms, and three family rooms. My kitchen is worthy of the most top rated chef and my back deck could fit a party of twenty comfortably. All the decor is rustic, walls are painted earth tones, and the only chrome is outside in my four car garage on my souped up 1970 Monte Carlo. The windows in the cabin are spacious with wide sills so Spirit the Cat has ample room to perch and bird watch. My studio is one part writing and one part art. There is also a library, a home gym, an art room for my husband, and a game room.

If you can dream it, you can do it. And when you do it, put your heart into it. Never let anyone tell you your¬†dreams are foolish or stupid or unreachable. I mean, think of all the things we wouldn’t have if people didn’t dream them up and then make them a reality. Electricity, running water, automobiles, computers, The Clapper, sneaker skates, instant coffee, Flex Seal! The list is endless.

My book is still for sale on Amazon… please leave a review if you have purchased one or grabbed a free one! I really appreciate all of you! ‚̧ I am still in the final stages of Consequences and am working on the second book of poetry.

What’s your wildest dream?

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/carve/

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Day 4 – Keeping Score

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Hopscotch (Photo credit: Jan Tik)

When I was little I played games like most kids. ¬†Hopscotch, Tag and Freedom were some of my favorites. ¬†As I got older, I joined a few organized sports like softball and basketball. ¬†I was athletic and while I didn’t particularly enjoy losing, I did it gracefully… sometimes.

Somewhere along the way I learned the awful habit of comparing myself to others. ¬†My looks, my education, my material belongings… all of this and more was never good enough, never small enough, never big enough, never pretty enough; it was never enough and there began my dark spiral into the “not’s” as I call them.

Comparisons are like keeping score and I came up short (the loser) every damn time.

Something I’ve learned in sobriety is to compare myself to myself. ¬†Everything about me I need to compare only to myself because, being a good alcoholic, it is easy for me to tailspin into a dark hole of self-doubt and woe-is-me.

“She’s prettier.” “Her boobs are bigger.” “Oh my gosh! ¬†Look how cute her feet are! ¬†I wish I had feet like that!” I mean, it goes on and on and on! ¬†Ugh… I can go from 100 to 0 in less that thirty seconds when I start keeping score in my head.

Keeping score wears on my self-esteem, it shows on my face and most important it drains me.  Luckily, I love to read self-help books, go to meetings and talk with other women.  I have learned when I start to keep score and am learning how to stop.

  • Say the Serenity Prayer.
  • Realize that everyone is beautiful in their own way (including me).
  • I am better than I was a year ago.
  • I am on my own journey, and it is amazing.
  • Focus on my attributes.

These are some of the ways I deal with my “not’s.” ¬†I’m human, so some days are easier than others.

Progress, not perfection.

Q – Question Only What Needs Questioning

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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.

What do you question?

L – Looking Back – Should I Bother?

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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.

K – Killing the Uglies

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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?

I – Inconsistency – The Backbone of Failure

rhizoming the plan of consistency . .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.

G ‚Äď Grieve (The Old You)

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Grief.¬† It’s one of those things that is hard to let go of and hard to handle.¬† We grieve loss: Loss of people, places and things; loss of pets. But did you ever consider grieving over yourself?¬† I’ll bet you never quite looked at it that way.

Recovery is a rebirth.¬† We come into the rooms, the doctors’ offices and the out-patient programs beaten and broken. We are torn, tattered and abused; looking for something or someone to save us.¬† We’re either meek and mild or loud and brazen.¬† Some of us are a little of both.

When I first got sober I was a little of both. I was kind of shy (especially around women) and I dressed provocatively, stuck with the men, pulled up at meetings blasting my heavy metal.  I needed to be noticed. I needed that attention to flip that self-worth switch on inside.  Seeking outside validation is classic in alcoholics and I was (still am!) a classic alcoholic.  I made all the conversations about me (I was really good at this!).  Gosh, I could go on forever!

This self-seeking behavior (definitely a character defect) went on for years until one day…

I got serious about my program.¬† I started hitting six meetings a week.¬† I got another sponsor and actually talked with her and did step work with her.¬† I listened at meetings and even started sharing at some of them.¬† I started hanging with the women, giving my phone number to newcomers and even hung out with these chicks¬†outside of the rooms. What was happening to me?!¬† Who was this woman who stared back at me in the mirror every day?¬† I didn’t know her, but I liked her.

She was different.¬† She didn’t want to wear “hoochie mama” clothes anymore; felt comfortable around other women.¬† She liked the image in the mirror.. sometimes.

Yes, I still blast my heavy metal but I definitely¬†notice a change in me.¬† So do a lot of other people.¬† I like who I am these days.¬† I no longer hide behind the insecure mask of “LOOK AT ME!”¬† I know that sounds strange, but insecurity leads to external validation which is a band-aid that never heals internal wounds.

And I did take a moment a couple of years ago to grieve the old me.¬† I sat down in a park with my journal and nature and wrote a letter to myself.¬† I said, “Goodbye, Old Darlene.¬† There are some parts of you I shall miss, but ultimately, not much.¬† This is my new path, with my new life and a new me.¬† I’m sure you’ll visit sometimes, Old Darlene, and that’s okay, but you cannot stay.”

Have you ever given any thought to an “old you” and “new you?”

Keeping It Real

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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:

  • self-doubt
  • self-loathing
  • insecurity
  • feeling less than
  • depression
  • self-sabotage
  • resentment

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.

Also, I signed up for 21 Day Meditation Challenge.  It is free and looks like a lot of fun.  Check it out!

How do you battle your demons?

That Damn Heart On My Sleeve

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Heart on Sleeve! (Photo credit: Caro’s Lines)

It’s true.¬† I am an emotional, loving, caring, forgiving human being who seems to never remember that it is NOT all about me and I should NOT take everything to the life-giving, all loving heart that is in my chest and on my sleeve.

I have a hard time handling any kind of rejection.

You wanna hurt me?  Ignore me.  Pretend I do not matter.  Treat me like one of the rest.  That shit hurts.  It hurts deep.

Maybe I am the “sensitive artist type” or I am just sensitive period.¬† I don’t know.¬† What I do know is that I love with all my heart and I just¬†reveal myself (the real me) time and again and I get shit on and it hurts.

How do I be someone else?  How do I turn into this magical, mythical creature that never gets angry, hurt, upset, jealous, resentful or bruised?

This is the question I want answered.

Why do I do this?  Why do I pour my heart into everything?  The risk is always there and I know this.  But I give my heart anyway.  Over and over and over again.

Sometimes I wish I didn’t feel the hurt, the pain, the agony of rejection or dejection.¬† But then, I remember:

It is good for me to feel these things and sort them out. Because the moment I decide I can no longer handle feeling these feelings is the scary moment I might look to pick up a drink.  After all, not being able to handle my feelings was a huge part in my alcoholism.

So…

  • I journal.
  • I go to a meeting.
  • I talk to my friend, Heather.
  • I pray.
  • I think (this is not good).

The final thing I do is give it to God.¬† I have so many little papers in my God Box: things I want, things that bother me, people I cannot help.¬† All kinds of stuff.¬† I put those little pieces of paper in my God Box and then forget about them.¬† After I say a prayer and put my written thought in the God Box, I forget about it…

For a little while…

But, me being me with this heart on my sleeve, my head starts to mess with me again.  Sometimes I think wearing my heart on my sleeve is a huge character defect.  However, a lot of people (including my former sponsor) has told me it is an admirable trait.

Hmmmm…

How are you at handling your emotions?