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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!

Saturday, December 31, 2005

Mountain of God -- Third Day

Mountain of God -- Third Day
Lyrics by Mac Powell
(Special thanks to my dear friend who gave me this awesome CD )

Thought that I was all alone
Broken and afraid
But You were there with me
Yes, You were there with me
And I didn’t even know
That I had lost my way
But You were there with me
Yes, You were there with me
‘Till You opened up my eyes
I never knew
That I couldn’t ever make it
Without You
Even though the journey’s long
And I know the road is hard
Well, the One who’s gone before me
He will help me carry on
After all that I’ve been through
Now I realize the truth
That I must go through the valley
To stand upon the mountain of God
And as I travel on the road
That You have lead me down
You are here with me
Yes, You are here with me
I have need for nothing more
Oh, now that I have found
That You are here with me
Yes, You are here with me
I confess from time to time
I lose my way
But You are always there
To bring me back again
Even though the journey’s long
And I know the road is hard
Well, the One who’s gone before me
He will help me carry on
After all that I’ve been through
Now I realize the truth
That I must go through the valley
To stand upon the mountain of God
Sometimes I think of where it is I’ve come from
And the things I’ve left behind
But of all I’ve had, what I possessed
Nothing can quite compare
With what’s in front of me
With what’s in front of me
Even though the journey’s long
And I know the road is hard
Well, the One who’s gone before me
He will help me carry on
After all that I’ve been through
Now I realize the truth
That I must go through the valley
To stand upon the mountain
Yes, I must go through the valley
To stand upon the mountain of God
Thought that I was all alone
Broken and afraid
But You are here with me
Yes, You are here with me

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Overcoming Hurt

I got up this morning, and walked through the living room to get to the coffee maker. (There is no life before coffee, lmao!)

The TV was on, and a preacher was just starting a sermon. For some reason, something about the first few words caught my attention. So for the first time in years, I actually sat down and watched a sermon (OMG! *checks for a fever!)

The topic of the sermon is "Overcoming Hurt", and it's given by Creflo Dollar. This dude has some good ideas about how our reactions can make things WORSE. He's lighthearted and funny about it at times but kind of spacey at other times (especially when talking about "The Shield of Faith" and "The Word"). But overall, I saw myself in this message.

(The sermon itself is available in streaming video here: http://www.streamingfaith.com/ASX_Files/December_28,_2005_-_Overcoming_Hurt_Part_2_VOD_100k.asx )

I see now that I've been doing everything WRONG. I couldn't be MORE wrong if I TRIED!

Over the past few weeks:

  • I have tried to avoid getting hurt by hurting others first;
  • I've hardened my heart and become a prisoner of my own pain;
  • I decided not to trust anyone anymore, and become cynical;
  • I've neglected to remember my faith (ie: dropped the "Shield");
  • I've compared myself to others, and belittled the miracles that God has already worked in my life;
  • I haven't forgiven FREELY as an act of faith. I've been waiting to forgive until I "feel like it". But "Forgiveness is not a feeling -- it is a decision." And I haven't made that decision because I must be waiting for something (what, I don't know). But God doesn't wait for us to change. He doesn't forgive us because we try to change ourselves for Him. Instead, we experience change in our lives when we reach the amazing realization that we already are forgiven and loved just as we are. As God forgives and loves us without expecting us to EARN it, we are supposed to do the same for each other. I need to work on this ...
  • My happiness has been dependent on the actions of other people;
  • I keep re-living the problem, and never letting it heal. I won't shut up about it ... (OMG this part of the sermon was so ME )

And I'm sure there are many, many other things I have done wrong as well. But all I can do from here is press on, don't make the same mistakes, and FFS get over it already!

That's it for now.

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Wake me Up When September Ends - Green Day


Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

like my fathers come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends

summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when september ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends

Friday, December 23, 2005

Maybe I don't want it to ...

This morning, I woke up feeling very ill. I was having problems breathing, and my heart was beating very strangely and rapidly. My first thought was "What if it stops beating?"
I just came across this article on CNN.com about the suicide of James Dungy, the son of Indianapolis NFL coach Tony Dungy. James was 18 years old. http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2005/football/nfl/12/22/dungy.son.ap/index.html
It's interesting how other people's deaths seem so tragic. But in my eyes, my own death is nothing.
Over the past couple of weeks, I've been wishing that I'd never been born. I was WISHING that my heart would stop beating. But this morning when it finally really felt like it was going to stop -- I truly didn't want it to. I sincerely didn't want it to stop ...
Next time I see this face
I'll say I choose to live for always
So won't you come inside And never go away
-Creed, "Faceless Man"

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Alone

I often find comfort in being alone.

(I don't understand why people think there's something wrong with that)

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Stupid Emotional Regurgitation

Bleh ... this is so aggrivatingly stupid! But I felt the need to write something therapeutic, notwithstanding my wayward propensity towards absolute daftness (or insanity at this point) ...


In a clumsy stutter of momentary belief
The worries of the world temporarily fade away
Encouraging my heart to be brave once more
Flying as an eagle, feeling the power of the world beneath me
Until I find myself in the deep muddy pit yet again
Having crashed down into a pathetic heap
Aching body screaming; broken heart erupting
In the silence of a world filled with the deafening roar of humanity’s agony

The silence echoes into a blasting rush of nothingness
And time seems to stop, halting a tear in mid-fall
Its sparkle glistening softly in the dim light
But the rest of the world moves on
As time grips my life firmly
There is no procession; there is no change
There is only a single tear suspended in mid-fall as the rest of the world proceeds
A stubborn tribute to broken dreams and to the equally broken and regretful heart that bore them

Looking upwards toward the sky
A faint speck of blue is hardly visible from the depths of this cold dark lair
The sun streams in as a blinding and painful reminder
And all hopes of escape are quickly dashed with the realization
That this cold darkness will forever be my home
The depravity of humanity succumbing to its power
A black hole of emotion that binds, blinds, and breaks all inklings of hope

An icy hand snags my shoulder and draws my eyes from the light
The chill from the darkness scarcely illuminated by the moist fog of my breath
And I once again find myself unable to move
Afraid to think, afraid to hope
For if every fall lands here
There will never be any true escape
The tear will forever dangle there, promising a glint of hope in its sparkle
Until it, too, freezes and dims in the muddy shadows with me
Forever companions in this dark, cold world

Saturday, December 10, 2005

If ...

Been w0ndering lately ... if i could fall a million miles further, would my body finally be as br0ken as my spirit?

Angel - Sarah McLaughlin

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel “not good enough”
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless, and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of the Angels, fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees

In the arms of the Angels, far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here


Thursday, December 08, 2005

I Hope You Dance - Lee Ann Womack

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat

But always keep that hunger

May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed

I hope you still feel small

When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes,
I hope one more opens


Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance
I hope you dance


I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance

Never settle for the path of least resistance

Living might mean taking chances

But they're worth taking

Lovin' might be a mistake

But it's worth making


Don't let some hell bent heart

Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out

Reconsider


Give the heavens above
more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)

I hope you dance

(Rolling us along)

I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance

(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)

(Where those years have gone)


I hope you still feel
small
When you stand by the ocean

Whenever one door closes,
I hope one more opens


Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance


Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)

I hope you dance

(Tell me who)

(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)

I hope you dance

(Where those years have gone)

(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)


I hope you dance

Monday, December 05, 2005

Good Riddance - Green Day

Another turning point
A fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist
Directs you where to go

So make the best of this test
And don’t ask why
It’s not a question
But a lesson learned in time

It’s something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life

So take the photographs
And still frames in your mind

Hang it on a shelf of Good health and good time

Tattoos of memories And dead skin on trial
For what it’s worth
It was worth all the while

It’s something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life

It’s something unpredictable
But in the end is right

I hope you had the time of your life


First Kiss

Thank You - Simple Plan

I thought that I could always count on you,
I thought that nothing could come between us two.
We said as long as we would stick together,
We'd be alright,
We'd be ok.
But I was stupid
And you broke me down
I'll never be the same again.

So thank you for showing me,
That best friends can not be trusted,
And thank you for lying to me,
Your friendship the good times we had you can have them back

I wonder why it always has to hurt,
For every lesson that you have to learn.
I won't forget what you did to me,
How you showed me things,
I wish I'd never seen.
But I was stupid,
And you broke me down,
I'll never be the same again.

So thank you for showing me,
That best friends can not be trusted,
And thank you for lying to me,
Your friendship, the good times we had you can have them back

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Gone

Why should I feel sad
For what I never had
Nothing equals nothing
~&~
Madonna - Gone

Bewitched No More - Ella Fitzgerald

After one whole quart of brandy
Like a daisy, I’m awake
With no bromo-seltzer handy
I don’t even shake

Men are not a new sensation
I’ve done pretty well I think
But this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink

I’m wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am i

Couldn’t sleep and wouldn’t sleep
When love came and told me, I shouldn’t sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am i

Lost my heart, but what of it
He is cold I agree
He can laugh, but I love it
Although the laugh’s on me

I’ll sing to him, each spring to him
And long, for the day when I’ll cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am i

He’s a fool and don’t I know it
But a fool can have his charms
I’m in love and don’t I show it
Like a babe in arms

Love’s the same old sad sensation
Lately I’ve not slept a wink
Since this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink

I’ve sinned a lot, I’m mean a lot
But I’m like sweet seventeen a lot
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am i

I’ll sing to him, each spring to him
And worship the trousers that cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am i

When he talks, he is seeking
Words to get, off his chest
Horizontally speaking, he’s at his very best

Vexed again, perplexed again
Thank god, I can be oversexed again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am i

Wise at last, my eyes at last,
Are cutting you down to your size at last
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - no more

Burned a lot, but learned a lot
And now you are broke, so you earned a lot
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - no more

Couldn’t eat, was dispeptic
Life was so hard to bear
Now my heart’s antiseptic
Since you moved out of there

Romance, finis. your chance, finis.
Those ants that invaded my pants, finis.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - no more

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Musings regarding purpose and hope

i haven't kept a journal since i was a kid, and this is personal stuff, so i'm reluctant to share it ...

i've failed to be the strong person that i need to be ... i've failed to be a NORMAL person ... i feel so broken, so helpless, so lifeless ....

it makes me stop and wonder about my purpose in life, and why my mind is filled with haze ... i've never felt so lost before. it's like i'm watching life happen as if it were a bad dream, too scared to act out. i watch situations unfold before me and feel powerless to influence them. i look down at my hands and remember their ability to build or destroy, and realize that my life itself has that same power. my very existance can build good things, or it can destroy good things. right now, i'm destroying good things, and wondering why i can't stop.

i've been drinking alot. i've tried to stop numerous times, but have been unsuccessful. although i was able to stop drinking for 12 days -- that's the best i've done so far.

i don't know what to do ... i don't know who to turn to ... but i can't bear to see everything continuing to crumble before me ... my hands can't fix it, and my heart is becoming more and more crushed, and that bottle is looking more and more like a savior ... if i drink enough, it will end everything ... if i can't fix it, oh please let it end ...


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POST SCRIPT:

October 29, 2006 - A Year Later - Now Six Months Sober

I wrote this entry drunk. One would think that someone this desperate to stop drinking would be ABLE to stop drinking. But after I wrote this entry, I continued to drink even harder than before. Things got much worse. This entry illustrates the insanity of alcoholism and the hopelessness it generates. It's a miracle that I survived three more months of that worsening desperate state to get into the rooms of Alcoholics Anonymous.

This entry mentions that I was unable to get sober or to experience peace in my life, and I wanted to die. Today, I can honestly say that my life is completely turned around. I don't have to drink anymore. I have the desire to live.
I'm learning how to be helpful to others. I experience serenity and contentment, even when things don't go my way. Alcoholics Anonymous has given me the tools I need to live a successful sober life. If it can do that for me, it can do it for anyone.