direction mazeToday I am feeling like a regular-not-alcoholic girl who doesn’t want to talk about sobriety. Honestly, I’m feeling exhausted with the topic. That being said, everything—for alcoholics—manages to weave itself back into the fabric of sobriety. Why? Because for those of us that fall into the category of I-tried-a-thousand-ways-to-make-drinking-work-and-couldn’t this is the reality of it. There must remain some type of vigilance to the process of growth. I’ve seen too many people with time (good sober time) return to drinking because they believed they had spiritually outgrown the malady that brought them to their knees.

This is what I take issue with—today. I’m tired of growing. Sometimes I just want a break from the pressure of evolving. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for my sobriety. I love my sobriety. But sometimes life just sucks. Or at least it feels like it sucks.

Usually, I keep it together, because the majority of time I feel together, but the past months have worn me down. My top issue: Who am I in my family?

When I initially got sober it was to save my unraveling life. I was worried for my marriage and worried for my ability to parent my children. I honestly believed that not drinking would alleviate these problems. While not drinking alleviated the drinking problems associated with my marriage and my children, it has not alleviated the problems with my marriage and rearing children.

I am still looking in the mirror asking the questions I did 10 years ago. And no matter how I slice it, it all requires more change on my part. More acceptance on my part. More setting boundaries on my part. More being strong, having clarity, authenticity, and perseverance for an outcome that still seems uncertain. And this … this is what exhausts me today.

I want someone else to change. And nothing, absolutely nothing good comes from wanting another to change. It is a prayer in futility. Life always points back to me. What am I bringing to the relationship that isn’t serving the relationship?

I hate asking this question.

Like a child I want to stomp my feet, scream, and have someone else come in and take care of everything. But this isn’t happening. What’s happening is that I am again at the edge and I am either going to push through my barrier or not. I’m at that place where I’m tired of pushing through, but I’m equally exhausted from not pushing through.

… And to complete my resistance I’m not clear on the best path for communicating.

Maybe today is the day I call a family meeting. How can we be a team if all the players don’t know what is expected of them? How can I be a leader or supporter if I don’t know what is expected of me? There is all this assumption about responsibility and accountability, yet no united front for managing the tasks at hand. Maybe I’m called to get the team together and invite in Love (God) and see where the conversation goes. Maybe I need to see myself as an equal amongst the group and listen to what others have to express. Maybe I am putting pressure on me or on others that is unnecessary.

Yes, I definitely need a reframe, but I need it with the family unit.

I want joy in my relationships. I don’t need it all the time, but clearly I want more of it than I‘ve had these past months.

I don’t know if this post is about sobriety or not, but I’m walking my way through some painful thoughts

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I’m calling a meeting at the Neumann house—today. Because today is always the best day to do anything. Hopefully it won’t be just me and the dogs 🙂

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