
11/12/2024
Eight years ago I wasn’t doing great.
I lost my job, my career, had no source of income, we had a baby in the house, and I had a body and mind that were about to enter a yearlong acute/post-acute withdrawal that would drift me in and out of complete despair.
It felt like life was over.
I was court-ordered into treatment in June of 2013, but 2014– 2016 still only consisted of brief periods of abstinence followed by progressively worse relapses.
Memories from those years are foggy.
But in 2016 by the grace of God, I asked for help and followed direction without questioning much and things started to change.
For the first time there was no sense of urgency.
No sense of needing to make up for lost time or prove to anyone that I was doing better.
I was content with just “waiting and hoping” (in the words of the Count of Monte Cristo).
I stayed within my recovery circle, didn’t have any social media, was rarely on a computer, and my life got hyper-focused.
I believed my brain would heal but also knew it probably wasn’t going to happen quickly.
Over a decade of daily opiates, benzos, and amphetamines.
At high dosages.
[To this day I haven’t met anyone who took larger doses of opiates. Not that I have some superhuman body, but I had unlimited access, so the numbers climbed year over year without anything slowing them down].
That first year I picked up work where I could, started a little furniture business, helped my uncle as a pest control tech, helped my sponsor with some electrical work here and there, went to recovery meetings, and kept busy enough.
None of it was “beneath me”, and I knew I just needed to stay alive and sober, and things would get better.
And they did.
Life has gotten full.
I give as much of myself to the various commitments and responsibilities, but still struggle with the feeling that it isn’t enough.
That I wish I could do more.
If you’ve followed along on this account, I appreciate you.
You’re some of the world’s greatest people, and I’m lucky to have gotten to know a lot of you.
In some ways eight years feels like an eternity, and in other ways I know it’s just the beginning.
Onward and upward.
11/12/16 ♥️