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Friday, January 13, 2006

Like a Ton of Bricks

Yes, I am an alcoholic. Two years of uncontrollable drinking has unfairly hurt those around me. After getting terribly drunk last weekend and having an argument with a dear friend, it finally hit me what I had been doing. Although for months he had been asking me to get help, I never did – until a few days ago.

I went to the website of Alcoholics Anonymous (http://www.alcoholics-anonymous.org) and started reading the “Big Book”. The “Big Book” is like the Bible of Alcoholics Anonymous. You can read the Big Book online here: http://www.aa.org/bigbookonline/en_tableofcnt.cfm

Reading that book helped me to see that my drinking IS stoppable. I CAN take control over my life again. All this time, I had been afraid to disappoint my family with the truth. I had been hiding it all. But the hope that I had found from the “Big Book” coupled with the determination to stop hurting those around me gave me the strength to go to my family and confess my drinking. They lovingly accepted me and loved me far more than I deserve. They are helping me to get better one day at a time.

Am I ashamed to be an alcoholic? No. I am not happy about it either, but I have decided that good things CAN come from this situation. I can’t change my past, but I can control my future. And I can help other struggling alcoholics to discover the most important thing that I am learning: there IS hope.

I’ve typed out some excerpts from the Big Book that really hit home with me. This is not meant to be a “Cliff’s Notes” version of the Big Book! These are just some quotes from the book that inspired me, personally. You can read the whole book for yourself here: http://www.aa.org/bigbookonline/en_tableofcnt.cfm

(PS - The numbers in parentheses are the page numbers)

Chapter 2: http://www.aa.org/bigbookonline/en_BigBook_chapt2.pdf

An illness of this sort – and we have come to believe it an illness – involves those about us in a way no other human sickness can. If a person has cancer all are sorry for him and no one is angry or hurt. But not so with the alcoholic illness, for with it there goes annihilation of all the things worth while in life. It engulfs all whose lives touch the sufferer’s. It brings misunderstanding, fierce resentment, financial insecurity, disgusted friends and employers, warped lives of blameless children, sad wives and parents – anyone can increase the list (18).

What about the real alcoholic? He may start off as a moderate drinker; he may or may not become a continuous hard drinker; but at some stage of his drinking career he begins to lose all control of his liquor consumption, once he starts to drink.

Here is the fellow who has been puzzling you, especially in his lack of control. He does absurd, incredible, tragic things while drinking. He is a real Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He is seldom mildly intoxicated. He is always more or less insanely drunk. His disposition while drinking resembles his normal nature but little. He may be one of the finest fellows in the world. Yet let him drink for a day, and he frequently becomes distinguishingly, and even dangerously anti-social. He has a positive genius for getting tight at exactly the wrong moment, particularly when some important decision must be made or engagement kept. He is often perfectly sensible and well balanced concerning everything except liquor, but in that respect he is incredibly dishonest and selfish. He often possesses special abilities, skills, and aptitudes, and has a promising career ahead of him. He uses his gifts to build up a bright outlook for his family and himself, and then pulls the structure down on his head by a senseless series of sprees. He is the fellow who goes to bed so intoxicated he ought to sleep the clock around. Yet early next morning he searches madly for the bottle he misplaced the night before. If he can afford it, he may have liquor concealed all over his house to be certain no one gets his entire supply away from him to throw down the wastepipe. As matters grow worse, he begins to use a combination of high-powered sedative and liquor to quiet his nerves so he can go to work. Then comes the day when he simply cannot make it and gets drunk all over again. Perhaps he goes to a doctor who gives him morphine or some sedative with which to taper off. Then he begins to appear at hospitals and sanitariums.

This is by no means a comprehensive picture of the true alcoholic, as our behavior patterns vary. But this description should identify him roughly (21-22).

The fact is that most alcoholics, for reasons yet obscure, have lost the power of choice in drink. Our so-called will power becomes practically nonexistent. We are unable, at certain times, to bring into our consciousness with sufficient force the memory of the suffering and humiliation of even a week or a month ago. We are without defense against the first drink (24).

Chapter 3: http://www.aa.org/bigbookonline/en_BigBook_chapt3.pdf

Most of us have been unwilling to admit we were real alcoholics. No person likes to think he is bodily and mentally different from his fellows. Therefore, it is not surprising that our drinking careers have been characterized by countless vain attempts to prove that we could drink like other people. The idea that somehow, someday he will control and enjoy his drinking is the great obsession of every abnormal drinker. The persistence of this illusion is astonishing. Many pursue it into the gates of insanity or death.

We learned that we had to fully concede to our innermost selves that we were alcoholics. This is the first step in recovery. The delusion that we are like other people, or presently may be, has to be smashed.

We alcoholics are men and women who have lost the ability to control our drinking. We know that no real alcoholic ever recovers control. All of us felt at times that we were regaining control, but such intervals – usually brief- were inevitably followed by still less control, which led in time to pitiful and incomprehensible demoralization. We are convinced to a man that alcoholics of our type are in the grip of a progressive illness. Over any considerable period of time we get worse, never better (30).

Chapter 5: http://www.aa.org/bigbookonline/en_BigBook_chapt5.pdf

Remember that we deal with alcohol – cunning, baffling, powerful! Without help it is too much for us. But there is One who has all power – that One is God. May you find Him now!

Half measures availed us nothing. We stood at the turning point. We asked His protection and care with complete abandon.

Here are the steps we took, which are suggested as a program of recovery:

1. We admitted we were powerless over alcohol--that our lives had become unmanageable.

2. Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.

3. Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him.

4. Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves.

5. Admitted to God, to ourselves and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs.

6. Were entirely ready to have God remove all these defects of character.

7. Humbly asked Him to remove our shortcomings.

8. Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all.

9. Made direct amends to such people wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.

10. Continued to take personal inventory and when we were wrong promptly admitted it.

11. Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with God, as we understood Him, praying only for knowledge of His will for us and the power to carry that out.

12. Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to alcoholics, and to practice these principles in all our affairs (58-60).

First of all, we had to quit playing God. It didn’t work. Next, we decided that hereafter in this drama of life, God was going to be our Director. He is the Principal; we are His agents. He is the Father, and we are His children. Most good ideas are simple, and this concept was the keystone of the new and triumphant arch through which we passed to freedom.

When we sincerely took such a position, all sorts of remarkable things followed. We had a new Employer. Being all powerful, He provided what we needed, if we kept close to Him and performed His work well. Established on such a footing we became less and less interested in ourselves, our little plans and designs. More and more we became interested in seeing what we could contribute to life. As we felt new power flow in, as we enjoyed peace of mind, as we discovered we could face life successfully, as we became conscious of His presence, we began to lose our fear of today, tomorrow or the hereafter. We were reborn (62-63).

Chapter 6: http://www.aa.org/bigbookonline/en_BigBook_chapt6.pdf

At the moment we are trying to put our lives in order. But this is not an end in itself. Our real purpose is to fit ourselves to be of maximum service to God and the people about us (77).

The alcoholic is like a tornado roaring his way through the lives of others. Hearts are broken. Sweet relationships are dead. Affections have been uprooted. Selfish and inconsiderate habits have kept the home in turmoil. We feel a man is unthinking when he says that sobriety is enough (82).

Chapter 7: http://www.aa.org/bigbookonline/en_BigBook_chapt7.pdf

After all, our problems were of our own making. Bottles were only a symbol. Besides, we have stopped fighting anybody or anything. We have to! (103)

Chapter 11: http://www.aa.org/bigbookonline/en_BigBook_chapt11.pdf

Abandon yourself to God as you understand God. Admit your faults to Him and to your fellows. Clear away the wreckage of your past. Give freely of what you find … (164).

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Kamikaze Hope

It has been jokingly asked, “What if the light at the end of the tunnel is really an oncoming train?” Whether the light is really a train barreling down the tracks to kill you, or if it is a true ray of hope, it’s better to run toward it instead of away from it.

If the light is a train, it will catch up to you and kill you regardlessly, so it makes no difference if you run away from it or run toward it. But if the light really is hope, you’ll never reach it if you keep running away ...

Monday, January 02, 2006

smacktard of 2005 (and 06)

I feel sick. Whatever I say, whatever I do -- all it does is bring hurt. I don't understand what's going on ... I want to help make things better, but I don't know how!

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I'm completely inadequate as a person and I hate myself for that.

I just wish you could be happy. But I don't know how to make that happen!