LaneThis was—is—the hardest of principles for me to grasp. Yet when I, even slightly, welcome this notion, I am somehow nudged to see the situation anew. This is my very least favorite moment of personal growth. In part, I have tried to avoid these moments, but this too has brought me pain. At some moments in this sober life I just want it all to stop. I want someone, something to turn it off. Alas, there is no glass of wine, one could never satisfy my need to not feel.

So why do I feel the need to retaliate when I feel another has hurt me? Why do I feel the need to shut down externally and implode internally? How can it be that another’s words or acts have the ability to cut so deeply?

My understanding of this principle is that within me lays an unresolved, unhealed, or un-matured belief. This is what I get to look at for the pain to dissipate. This, the hardest of lessons, is what I am called to do. Without this willingness to grow I am fated for misery, fated for drinking or both. They seem an unwelcoming option.

So I move onto my self-inquiry. It looks something like this:

  • When have I spoken those (or similar) words to myself?
  • When have I treated myself without integrity?
  • When have my actions harmed me?
  • When have I put my needs last?
  • When have I let my voice remain unheard?
  • What have I done to harm my body, my mind?
  • How have I allowed this pain to attached?
  • How have I accepted its festering within?
  • Why do I not forgive myself?
  • Why do I not forgive another?
  • What must I see to move forward?

It is simple enough to read the questions, but the real challenge, for me, is to actually arrive at an adequate answer. Not an answer to placate my ego, nor a platitude I read on FaceBook, but a true and genuine understanding of a deeper hurt that lives within me.  This, this is what I have the opportunity of finding.

And still I’ve wanted to blame you for my feelings. Because it is the quick fix to my hurt. And yet somehow, that will no longer serve me. I am coming to understand what it means to receive the words, the road narrows.

I want to stay on the road of recovery, regardless of its width, because I always (well, at least eventually) find peace when I look within.

I am willing to look again, and again, and again. Drinking is no longer a viable option.