Fire heartWords could never adequately re-create this past week of my life. It was a week of excitement, fear, anger, pain, sickness, confrontation, negotiation, silence, gratitude, migraines, and reflection. The parallels to my alcohol detox are prevalent, but in more ways than I suspected.

In the spirit of “Competency Three: I can be navigated” I am shocked at my seeming hatred toward change, even when I know it is best. I am amazed at my resilience toward DOING IT  MY WAY WITH MY TOOLS.

The last words from my doctor as I left with my detox plan, “Don’t sell out on your long term goals for short term pleasure.” Until my recovery from active alcoholism this had been one of my themes. More recently I thought giving up the booze was enough. Again I am reminded that my problem is not the wine, cookies, or the diet soda.

It is me!

If I want something new I better be willing to do something new to have it.

In all honesty I didn’t want to be navigated or taught this past week. I did not want to follow the detox plan. Day one slow to start, but finished with vomiting and then pseudo-paralyzed on top the bed, because it was too challenging to pull down the sheets. Day two and three were migraines (actually it’s been one long headache). I could get my head to stop pounding if I stopped moving, but how much time can one spend immobile? The minute I arose to attend to life, it was as if a truck had slammed into skull. All I wanted was short term relief. I couldn’t see past the moment. All I experienced at these moments was pain, more pain, and then anger that it hurt to feel pain. And it was unceasing. I would have cried, but it hurt too much.

All that was left was to be quiet. There was nothing for me to think about. No Earthly thought could bring me relief. There was only me trying to find the silence. Some moments I had it, albeit brief, only to feel it vanish with my incessant chatter. I chased the silence only to find it was uncatchable. It was a thing I was simply to receive. It was in these moments that I realized, I am detoxing.

Whatever is within me is fighting to stay (ego).  It is my survival mechanism. It is what I have built my life upon and around. It’s not going without a fight. So I searched for the silence and let ues (unnecessary ego stuff) know it was okay to go when it was ready. I didn’t need this part of me living in me anymore. I thanked it for serving me and released it to the universe. (This was/is not a one time step.)

Did it appear again? Yes. Do I still negotiate? Yes, but I am learning the process. It’s almost like I am interactively watching my subconscious mind reprogram itself. I am conscious and actively in observation of me.

What I’ve learned: I turned to caffeine, sugar, and food stimulants to help me cope. They are my anesthesia. Without them I have been irrational and irritable. This is exactly the person that quit drinking a few years ago.

If I want something new, I better be willing to endure the short term discomfort of achieving it. Much, much, much easier said than done.

But nonetheless … doable!

What I’ve learned: There is so much more to me than I ever knew or imagined. And if there is so much more to me then there is so much more to you.

We are from the same creation.
Never give up hope that it can be different.
This is the only failure.
A good life is for us all.

“Don’t sell out on your long term goals for short term pleasure.”

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p.s. Thanks for the encouraging comments, texts, and emails, you carried me through.   I am grateful.