Originally Posted by grocerease

Did good for awhile but faltered at the end of September. I'm ready to get back to sobriety. Hello October.

Originally Posted by Obladi

Driver,

Thanks for sharing your letter. As I was reading, I was nodding along in recognition. A few things in particular:



I hit on a similar recognition of the birth of my demon/beast. As a wee child I developed terrible asthma. I've always remembered my mother giving me a choice of whether to take the prescribed medication because of how "horribly" it affected me (I would get extremely jittery). But what I didn't remember until just recently was that I sometimes somewhat guiltily opted for the medication because I kinda liked those jitters. Weird, huh.

Interesting memory. Weird? not so sure though. We all seem to gravitate toward things that make us feel good. Maybe a little more so in folks like us though.

But you know what is really weird...the whole "i before e except after c" thing. That makes the word "weird" well, kinda weird! Sorry to digress on that stupid point. Certainly dont mean to make too much light of anything here. I just love the irony of the word,

Me too! Did your mom try to make you not worry? Mine did, she tried to tease me out of it. And that only made me feel anxious that I wasn't "right." I've finally learned - somewhat - to live with the worry. I think. It's early days for me, like you. My thought is that I need to take my anxious energy and devote it to into something worth the brain power. (Sound advice from my generally-supportive-if-not-always-understanding partner.)



Never any teasing. I just came to realize as I grew much older (in 30s) my constant worry was an issue that fell on the Nature/Nuture pendulum with mine being a nature deal. It simply was my temperament if you will. I was born worried. But by then I was moving along quite well as a functional drunk. Why fix what was working (or so I kinda thought).

Wow! What an uncanny experience! But I don't find it fantastical at all. I may be deluded, but as things grew worse for me and the pull of the liquor became even stronger, I found myself automatically noticing people "like me." There was no particular demographic, and I (like many of us) rotated stores often enough to avoid recognizing anyone but the clerks, so it wasn't that.

In his book Rational Recovery, Jack Trimpey refers to the "mingling of beasts," explaining that our inner beast (addiction) is automatically attracted to the beasts of others. I believe that. And I think it is a good reason those of us who don't yet truly believe we will never drink again are best off avoiding situations when other folks are drinking.

Originally Posted by Driver1

Obladi, I've got some other responses buried in the quote from my first post this late evening. Still figuring how to interface with this. Not sure how u were able to get 3 quote boxes into one response. I'll figure it out.

Nice chatting with you. Hang in there today. I'm sure your kiddos enjoyed the time with you.

Originally Posted by Dee74

I think Obladi can probably explain multiple quoting better than I can

Are you not getting the Dee smiley Skye?


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