http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/blogs/isaiah/ Online Support Groups for Addicts, Alcoholics and their Family, Friends and Loved Ones. Thu, 16 Feb 2012 03:11:48 GMT vBulletin 60 http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/blogs/isaiah/ http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/blogs/isaiah/1688-bicycle.html Fri, 16 Jan 2009 00:52:46 GMT Thinking about kids learning to ride bikes.

I can almost remember how scary that could be. I didn't know much about physics at the age of seven, but even then I knew that balancing on two thin wheels and high speeds were a recipe for disaster. Sure enough, there plenty of skinned knees that summer. I know I probably gave up a few times. So much wobbling without those training wheels.

As an adult now, if I ever saw a little kid pedaling awkwardly on the sidewalk, falling over. I would want nothing more than to say to them, "don't worry, you'll get it."

Alcoholics are kids learning to ride a bike. We start and we think what we're trying to do is impossible. We see older kids doing wheelies and feel sad because we can barely make it a block without having to catch ourselves from a spill. And sometimes we spill, we get banged up with skinned knees and tears.

We'd never dream of telling a child that if riding a bike is hard at first that they should give up. We wouldn't call a fall a failure. So who is our "adult"? Who is our parent cheering us on?

However you answer that question that's your higher power. Don't ever let that voice stray from your ears. ]]> Isaiah http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/blogs/isaiah/1688-bicycle.html http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/blogs/isaiah/1211-so-one-week.html Sun, 14 Sep 2008 15:30:42 GMT I feel absolutely terrified right now. I have no stability with regard to my moods and I'm not even sure I'm doing well with sanity. My heart is racing and I don't want to leave my house.

I picture my life as an architecture in some abstract sense, and for the past month it seems to be collapsing in on me. It's not a visual thing, but that's the best way I've come to explain the sensation, a collapse.

Alcohol was my medicine, but now I'm sick of it. I hate it. I saw an empty beer bottle lying on the ground yesterday and it made me nauseous. I can't go back. Not to alcohol or any other self-destructive form of relief. I'll carry my pain for now. ]]> Isaiah http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/blogs/isaiah/1211-so-one-week.html