When it comes down to it, every post I’ve ever written about recovery from alcoholism and addiction has come from my experience, strength and/or hope. Every single one. From the joys to the struggles in everyday life my posts tend to explore how everything in between fits in my day-at-a-time reprieve from addiction. I tend to lay a lot of personal detail out there because, while it may not be the wisest way to go about writing, I figured if I could help someone find, embrace or enjoy their recovery a little more or better, well it was all worth it.
This, I believe, is the way it should be when we deal with such a touchy subject as recovery. It’s only ever about how I do it, with the hope that might help others with their recovery… because once we get into how you should do it, all hell breaks loose (as it rightly should).
The best post I’ve ever written about recovery, written in 2012, was about what it was like when I finally quit fighting against recovery and let it happen. Since that November day in 1992, I’ve gone through such a transformation, it’s simply unbelievable. I asked God for help (whatever that comment is about foxholes, it works with recovery just the same), then accepted it as best I could. At first, it was a few minutes at a time. Then, one day at a time. One day turned into two, turned into a week, turned into a month, turned into a year. Twenty-four hours at a time, 10,320 times over… and I’ve known such peace and contentment with just being on the right side of the grass, it never ceases to amaze me just how good life can be.
Alas, as we all find out sooner or later, this life is only temporary. That experience, strength and hope is only on loan. Sooner than later, it is always returned to God. Best get busy enjoying it while we can.