I have a love/hate relationship with ‘feelings’.  I’m in the place of pain today. While I have not had a drink in many years, I feel overwhelmed with pain—to the point of wanting escape. Note: I do not want to drink (I hate drinking) I just don’t want to feel all the shit I am feeling.

Most of my sober days I have felt good (after the first year or so), but occasionally I get slammed with this yucky feeling. Interestingly enough … I can now feel its lurking arrival.

I search for answers. Is it menopause? What have I eaten? When did I last exercise? Is Venus in retrograde?

Today is a day where I searched, but could not find anything, or maybe I found everything. I cannot decide.

I don‘t know if this is recovery. Maybe this is life. I’m thinking this is just life.

I have everything I need, yet somehow something is missing and I cannot seem to identify what it is, let alone, where I might find it.

Addicts (when we do finally get clean) feel life intensely. Powerful enough that many return to the bottle before they’ve given themselves the opportunity to learn to feel. ‘The Art of Feeling 101,’ where was I to register for that class?

This feeling is here. It just is.

I’m on the ‘X’ and that’s the way of it.

There will be no drinking, drugging, hitting, yelling, carrying-on. There will be no nonsense today.

There will be quiet. Somewhere, somehow, I have learned that the answer is in the silence.

For today I do the only things I know:

  1. Come clean with my state-of-mind to those who journey with me.
  2. Be kind to those around me—and me.

This, too, shall pass.

I feel my raw feelings—confidently knowing—I do not need to act upon pain.

Even in the writing of this I remember I am stronger than I remember.

 

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(ps …I was a little more upbeat that day. LOL)