Now playing: The Killers “All These Things that I’ve Done.”
Kinda feel like the Killers are singing to my recovery right now. “Last call for sin” reminds me of my week and how it’s basically been one rush of “you have to stop doing things that trigger you to drink/use and find new ways to have fun.” Realistically I understand but realistically I also know drugs are bad yet here I am in rehab (for the third time.)
If it were as easy as “just change ______” I feel like this disease would be less prevalent or perhaps have a different recovery process. As it is, there I sat with my counselor on Thursday begging to go to a music festival that I don’t yet have tickets to, in an area renown for its wine. Sitting on that slightly uncomfortable armchair, I found it so easy to say “but I won’t drink. Yes I associate the biggest headliner with tripping on acid for 3 days in a row but I won’t be tempted to use now.” After one or two comments I realized it wasn’t her I was trying to convince, but me. In the past, I have gone to shows and not drank and it was fine. But this is a festival, full of people, full of life, full of everything about social situations that trigger the fuck out of me. Hell, I cut down on my caffeine intake because I want to reduce triggers — setting myself up to fail by going to something I am not ready for, just four days into the program, five days clean and sober would be just plain old stupid. But I can’t quite imagine an event where I aren’t intoxicated either. I can’t tell if that’s proper grammar or not. I imagine that doesn’t matter, much like it doesn’t matter if I can’t imagine myself not gumming so coke discreetly at an event. Sober me feels like so long ago; having those two years of sobriety is messing me up, furthering my feelings of failure.
Those paragraphs were written yesterday (so I’m six days sober!). Today though, something happened. Some people in my program invited me to spend time at a farmer’s market during our lunch break. At first I felt odd about it, like I wouldn’t belong or had only been invited because I was there. But walking together was so much fun — chatting about nonsense, sharing fruit, discovering things about each other and building a connection. I made plans with others to go to the park at one point. My program is making me feel like I’m welcome and people have my back. They get it without me having to explain it. It’s normal there to be like “ugh, getting a urinary analysis sucks,” “Yeah I lost so much weight when I was drinking/using,” and even talking about how much money we’re saving. Maybe there is something to be said for going to groups and building connections. A counselor said “addiction is a disease of isolation” and I could not agree more. A lot of shame is tied into my addictive behaviors, wanting to be around my friends and loved ones but hiding away so nobody would find out. Secrets, lying, all that fun stuff. But I don’t have to do that anymore.
My second alcoholics anonymous meeting went super fucking well. The first was a mess and made me never want to go to AA again. But this one was with a younger crowd and I discussed my reservations with not going out to concerts or shows. I talked about the envy that I’m trying to suppress. It doesn’t do me any good to wish that I could be like all the other people I know who can drink/use without problems. I don’t know their lives and focusing on them is only distracting me from putting my life back together. They even gave me a mini version of the Big Book. After the meeting someone came up to me and easily asked what kind of concerts I go to and got my number so that she could text me when she was going to one and we could be sober buddies. That’s it, so easily, without (seemingly any) second thought. Whether that happens or not, it’s pivotal, because it’s shown me that you can meet people, and they won’t judge you, and they’ve been through it and come out on the other end. Maybe I don’t have to give it up forever, just for right now.
Planning with my friends now includes things like movies, going to museums, and even a board game night. Five months — okay, maybe two months — ago I would have said no thanks what kind of white people shit is a board game night, but now I’m like fuck yeah trivial pursuit! My brain and body are learning how to have fun. How to live. I’m clear headed enough to say things like, “you could go back to ballet,” but also self aware enough to be like, “okay yeah get your ass to a meeting.” It works if you work it is so corny and cheesy, and it irritates me because one of the first counselors who led group said that WE as addicts/alcoholics are the problem, and only the first step relates to our drugs of choice. I don’t want that to be true but it has to be, otherwise there’s no way I can control it.
My background is complex and full of things that I am not emotionally ready to confront in treatment. I have a long road ahead of me and only three weeks (initially) to learn skills that will hopefully keep me sober enough to continue further treatment. Our homework assignments make me cry and I want to walk out of groups whenever I’m uncomfortable. I’m fortunate enough to have one of my best friends understand what I’m dealing with, who’s not worried about us getting in the way of each other’s recovery and often asks if I want to go to meetings. But it’s a journey that ultimately I have to go through myself— but I don’t have to be alone. Support right now is invaluable and I feel so so so involved and cared for. I’ve never had that feeling before.
And oh yeah — I passed my drug test. That makes all of this worth it.