Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Waves



                  Waves
 
 

I can remember counselors in rehab telling me that feelings are not facts.  I can remember them telling me that and I can also remember wanting to punch them in the face when they said it.  In my mind they could not possibly have experienced the depths of feelings that I had and if they had, they would not be saying anything quite that trite and cliché.

I spent a great deal of time in my previous life experience, identifying with my emotions.  I became those feelings.  When I was sad, I wallowed in the depths of despair and clung to the familiarity of the weight of it.  It was almost as though if I let go I would lose myself.  I think I had lived so long in that sort of depressed state that I was afraid that if I let it go, I would no longer know who I was.

I see that with others I speak with who are still in rehab or still living in their sickness even if they are no longer drinking.  It is as though they have their talons sunk so deep into the flesh of their emotions that they see no way of setting themselves free.

Through the process of being introduced to mindfulness, meditation and some other Eastern philosophies as well as learning more about religion and spirituality, my perspective on emotions began to change. 

I can remember our marriage counselor encouraging me to no longer identify with my feelings.  He suggested acknowledging them and experiencing them but then letting them go.  The image he used was that of a balloon floating by.  He was saying that our emotions were like these balloons floating by and for ones that were unpleasant you could imagine that in your mind you are pushing them along gently with a leaf.  To some this will sound hokey and it did to me at first, but I understand it better now.  Now I have feelings and they are transient.  All of them, good and bad.  I am never always going to be sad, and I am never always going to be happy.  I am just going to be, and in the course of simply being, I will be visited by various emotions and feelings.

This same marriage counselor also encouraged me to say things like, I have sadness or I am experiencing sadness rather than to say I am sad.  I thought that was pretty stupid at first but I use this inwardly now.  When I have feelings I could do without, I take a moment and say to myself, I have anxiety about this or I have sadness about this because when I phrase it that way in my head it makes it something that is in passing, something that is not going to stay.  You know what?  It works every time.

Feelings to me are like waves.  They come toward me and wash over me in varying degrees of intensity. Some of them are so strong that they knock me down.  A few years ago, when I got knocked down by a wave of emotion, I would simply lay there in the surf and wait to drown.  Then I learned to stand back up again because that wave had passed.  Now I stand back up again, face the surf and recognize that even though some of the waves are strong, the surf still holds beauty and I look forward to seeing what the next wave will bring.

 

 

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Paradoxical Living



Paradoxical Living
 
 


 

I was asked to speak at a meeting the other night about step 2.  Came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.  This step is a stumbling block for so many people because many of us struggle with religion and concepts of God.  It certainly was that for me for so long thankfully it is not an issue any longer.

In the process of speaking about how I came to find a higher power, it struck me that my life is full of powerful paradoxes now.  In fact much about recovery is paradoxical.  So many of the things I cherish in my life now are things I would never have even considered in my previous existence.

I wrote before about how there is freedom in discipline.  That if I am disciplined about where I place my car keys when I get home, remembering to put them in the same spot each time, then I will be free to leave and drive anytime I like because I will know where they are.  If I am disciplined about charging my phone, then I will be free to make a call or send a text whenever I want.  If you are disciplined about exercise then you are free to enjoy life with more energy.

Similarly, there is liberation in limitation for me.  I am limited in that I cant drink alcohol, but through that limitation, I am free to live an extraordinary life now.  Through this non-drinking limitation I have gained so much.  I have learned to love myself, I have learned to live in the truth, I have learned to learn from mistakes and let them go.  I have independence and pride and can look the world in the eye.  I no longer have regrets and my future stretches out before me and the possibilities are endless.

There is strength in vulnerability.  The more I open up to others the stronger I feel.  When I admit that I struggle, I get some of the richest connections with others and in turn that strengthens my recovery.  St. Paul talks about that in Corinthians 12:9-10.  I love this passage, particularly, for when I am weak, then I am strong.  It has certainly been the case for me.  I had to be brought to my knees before I could stand tall.

I dont think I truly started getting better and thriving until I made a decision to let go.  It makes me think of the Carrie Underwood song, Jesus, Take the Wheel.  It is so counter-intuitive for me to do so but the road I was travelling only became passable and smooth when I let go of the wheel and let my higher power steer.  Now, the road has made turns I would not necessarily have chosen, but the journey has been amazing so far and I cant wait to see where it leads me next.

Lastly, I had to literally become a lie before I could learn to seek the truth.  I used to lie without thought it was automatic.  I lied about big things, I lied about small things, I lied to others and I lied to myself.  Now when and if I tell I lie, (I still do from time to time because I am human) it physically hurts me.  I feel sick to my stomach and I fess up fast because I dont like that feeling.  I have read the childrens book The Big Fat Enormous Lie to my kids and in the story the little boy tells a lie and throughout the day the lie becomes larger and uglier and follows him around until he tells the truth.  That is how it feels to me now.

Paradoxical living suits me just fine now.