I'm taking a brief break from blogging due to the recent death of my son as a result of heroin overdose.
I will resume blogging in the near future.
A Woman's Perspective on Alcoholism
I'm taking a brief break from blogging due to the recent death of my son as a result of heroin overdose.
I will resume blogging in the near future.
Well, first of all, when I signed myself into rehab, it sure never occurred to me that I would be spending birthdays and holidays in treatment! Thank God! Honestly, at that time, it may have delayed or deterred my decision to enter treatment.
So by Thanksgiving, I’ve been in treatment for my alcoholism over a month, wow time flies! I’ve made new friends within the house and local twelve step meetings, developing some very close bonds. Our counselors are very smart, compassionate and supportive ladies! They don’t hesitate to give us a swift kick in the rear as necessary! And believe me, sometimes we need it! Ha Ha Ha! They are helping me learn and understand so much about myself and my disease.
One very important thing I’ve learned is that it is NOT my fault that I’m an alcoholic! And I’m not a bad person because of it! I have a disease, yes, alcoholism and addiction are diseases. We will cover that in another post.
Brief Background:
I was raised in a conservative church but drifted away after high school. My boyfriend and I began attending a wonderful church a few years ago. It had always been instilled in me that drinking and using drugs was a sin.
As my drinking progressed, I prayed a million prayers for my recovery. I truly believed by attending church and drinking that I was an immoral and hypocritical person. At that time, I had no clue that I was an alcoholic and had a disease. However I knew something was wrong because no matter how hard or what I tried, I couldn’t seem to control my drinking.
Ok, back to Thanksgiving in treatment. We have been working on holiday coping strategies in group and how to talk with our families about ways they can help. My counselor and I have discussed various concerns and anxieties I have. By the way, she’s amazing! I feel so comfortable talking with her and respect her advice and input.
I told my sister when she picks me up, should we stop at a store on the way to her house, to stay close to me in case I would try to sneak and purchase alcohol. I didn’t think I would, but if tempted, I needed help in holding myself accountable.
I’ve already had two four hour passes away from home (treatment), and they went well. Thanksgiving will be my first eight hour pass. The day before I am so excited to see my family and feast on their awesome Thanksgiving dishes!
Thanksgiving morning comes and I’m excited but suddenly nerves and anxiety set in. Wow, I can’t believe how nervous I am, slight trembling of the hands, getting a bit nauseous. I’m not really sure why I’m so nervous and anxious. In part, I’m worried about how my family will treat me, preaching, inflicting guilt, bringing up the past...I don’t know! My family has been mostly loving and supportive so this really shouldn’t be a concern.
I decide to talk with our resident aid (RA) to see if we can figure out why I’m so anxious and how to settle down. She asks if I might be better off to stay at the house today…hmmm. Nope, I really want to see my family. I take some antacid and tell her if I get overwhelmed, I will come back early. We agree that’s a good plan. She’s awesome, encouraging, and positive and sets me straight as needed.
My beautiful niece arrives to take me to my sister’s house for dinner. We enjoy a nice talk on the way, catch up, and I tell her a bit about my anxiety. She lightens the mood and we joke and laugh, I’m feeling a little better.
We arrive at my sister’s and my sweet little granddaughter greets me. Oh it feels so good to hug my little munchkin! There’s my precious grandson with that smile that brightens any room! Of course it was great to hug my daughter who’s struggling with her addiction, waiting on her bed in treatment to become available. Everyone welcomes me with hugs and all is well.
Although it’s great to see everyone, my son was not able to make it and I miss his presence. We did not part on good terms; neither of us were in a good state and had an altercation. He moved in with a buddy and we haven’t talked since then.
Thanksgiving dinner is awesome as always. Mom, my sister and brother-in-law are great cooks! And my niece made some delicious macaroni and cheese! We talk, discuss my rehab and progress, laugh and enjoy each other’s company. Dad expresses how proud he is of me, tells me to keep up the good work, I can do it and glad to see I’ve put on some weight. Mom, my daughter and sister are very encouraging, also happy that I’m finally gaining weight (up from about 80 lbs to 95 lbs). I explained that we eat very well at home and reassure them I’m working very hard on my recovery so I can come home as soon as possible.
Earlier, I had called my boyfriend and left him a message wishing him and his family a Happy Thanksgiving. After dinner my phone rings, it’s him. Suddenly my hands tremble with nervous excitement. We talk a bit, catch up, he gives me words of encouragement, tells me he loves me and I reciprocate. It was so nice to hear his voice!
Well, it’s time to head home; eight hours went by pretty quickly. It’s hard to leave my precious grandbabies but I know they’re in good care with Mom and my sister and brother-in-law. My family and I hug; tell each other how much we love each other. I assure them we’ll see each other again soon.
My sister drives me back to rehab and we have a really good talk. It’s been difficult for me to talk with my family about my disease. This has been due to the shame, guilt and remorse I’ve carried. I felt this way for letting them and myself down, not being there when they needed me, and not being able to get it together on my own.
We pull into the drive; I’m home, fortunately with several minutes to spare before my curfew. My sister and I talk, reminisce, laugh, hug, cry, and laugh through tears. She apologizes for not being there for me, for not being able to help me more. I had no idea she felt this way and tell her she has no need to apologize, explaining that I needed professional help to overcome my addiction and no one could have done it for me. We hug tightly, trying to fight back the tears, say I love you and we’ll see each other soon!
I walk in greet “my girls” and proceed with our RA for my drug screen. Drug screens are required immediately after each visit and pass. Yes, I passed. Now off to the living room to catch up with my roomies.
Everyone had a great day and visit with their families. Most of us complained about eating too much and how the time with our families passed too quickly. We talk and watch a little TV together. Then we raid the refrigerator for a late night snack of Thanksgiving leftovers, laughing and joking about the weight we’re gaining while pigging out again! LOL
Oh, I’m exhausted; it’s been a long and rather emotional but wonderful day! I say good night and I love you to my girls and head to bed. As I lie in bed, I reflect on the cherished moments of the day, shed a few sad and happy tears. I pray and thank God for such a wonderful day with my family, my extended family (my roomies and RAs), my counselors, rehab and sobriety. He has blessed me with so much and in so many ways that I cannot begin to count! God you are such a good, good Father! Thank you for loving, protecting and guiding me through life! Amen and goodnight!
House Mom and I talk and share our stories. She’s a recovering addict, different drug…but an addict is an addict, whether alcohol, pain pills, heroin, meth, gambling, food, etc! I’m somewhat reserved but feel I can relate with her.
The new roommates arrive at the house for lunch break. We exchange greetings and introductions over lunch. These ladies range from 18 years old to me, age 43. And yes, I was the oldest! LOL They all seem pretty friendly, encouraging and supportive.
My bunkmate is a pretty young lady about my daughter’s age, and children about the same age as my grandbabies, also both recovering addicts. She’s a rather quiet young lady but I felt a connection with her.
House Mom gave me the option of going to afternoon group or stay home, unpack and get settled in. I planned on going to group but chose to stay and settle in. This opportunity also gave House Mom and me a little extra time to get to know each other and get an idea of the daily routine.
The bedroom my roommate and I will share is nice, nothing fancy but cozy. Being the newbie, I got top bunk. At first I liked that, it made me feel like a kid. However, it didn’t take very many trips climbing up and down the bunk bed ladder to remind me (a 43 year old woman with back problems) that I’m not as young and agile as I used to be! LOL
I get unpacked; place my Bible and The Big Book along with some personal items on my dresser. As I’m pinning up photos of my kids, grandkids and my boyfriend on my board, I fight to keep the tears from flowing. Deep breath, I’m ok, it’s all gonna be ok!
Evening comes and my roommates arrive back home. We chat and get to know each other over dinner. After dinner chores are completed and we head out to my first Narcotics Anonymous meeting.
I try to be open to the idea of the NA meeting, besides, I have no choice. I'm the only lady in our house for alcoholism, I’m just not seeing what I will get from NA…I’m an alcoholic, not a drug addict. Duh, as I mentioned before, an addict is an addict. These were great people full of wisdom and encouragement!
After the meeting we return home, pig out on snacks and talk some more. It’s been a long day so I decide to turn in for the night.
As I lie in bed and reflect on the day, I’m thankful for my situation. These young ladies have been through so much and yet they persevere. I shed a few tears as I think of my family, especially my children and grandchildren, and being away from them for three months. I pray for God to get me through this, make me a better, stronger, happier and healthier person…and fall asleep.
P.S. The reality of moving in with seven other ladies (of various ages), whom I’d never met, did not hit me until about a week into rehab! Wow, what the Heck did I get myself into?! LMBO
Oh, the prepping and packing for three months away from home…and my home was in foreclosure so…hmmm, where will I go, what will I do when I get out?! A million thoughts and feelings racing through my head, this was a huge step and commitment!
Rehab, three months away from home, my family, friends, and my church! So many thoughts and emotions, this was very scary, exciting and a huge relief! I’m extremely grateful and thankful that I’m going of my own volition! Thank you, Lord, for protecting me and anyone and everyone I came into contact with during my trips to self destruction!!!
Tuesday (Two days before rehab):
My Christian friend and I meet up to go shopping for clothes and miscellaneous items for rehab. We had lunch at Bob Evans; she asked if I wanted to say the prayer. My first time praying aloud with someone but God gave me the words and eased my nervousness and self-consciousness about it. It was a really nice day! I’m so thankful for my friend, her generosity, encouragement and prayers!
Visited with my other friend (my non-sponsor sponsor LOL) for a while, we talked; she cut and straight ironed my hair. She gave me so much encouragement and happy for me to finally get the help I desperately need. We had a very nice visit!
Back home, sorting through what to pack, more decisions. Oh, what a chore, yet, exciting and exhilarating, so much nervous adrenaline! Finally, pretty well packed, gotta get a shower and some make up on quick...he (my boyfriend, that is) is coming over after work!
HE’S here! I’m still re-thinking what I’m taking and finalizing my packing…again! He brought pizza and we talked, reminisced, laughed and joked. We were able to discuss my upcoming rehab and laugh about some of my alcoholic shenanigans…oh my! He stayed the night; we cuddled at bedtime, held each other, and enjoyed each other’s company! It was a great day!
Wednesday (One day before rehab):
Morning comes too quickly! It felt so good to wake up with him, like old times but, reality was beginning to slowly sink in. Will there be a future for us when I get back? I wanted to cry but had to stay strong.
We kissed each other good morning, had coffee and talked. The time has come to load things up so he can take me to Mom’s house. Our time together was slipping away entirely too quickly! The trip to Mom’s was rather quiet, we were both becoming increasingly aware of the fact I was leaving for three months.
We’re at Mom’s now, unloaded my stuff. He got to spend a few minutes with our granddaughter. We hugged tightly, wished each other well, kissed each other goodbye and he quickly drove off. I tried, but couldn’t hold the tears back, my heart and head raced as I watched him drive down the road.
Spent a great day with Mom and my beautiful grandbabies! The day flew by with a lot of playing, laughing and cuddling. Mom and I talked, laughed and cried at times. She was feeling all sorts of emotions, from being happy I was getting help to guilting me for needing to leave to blaming herself for my alcohol addiction. I tried to help her understand that my alcoholism is not her fault and we have a genetic predisposition to it, fortunately she was spared from it.
As hard as this was for me, I can’t imagine how tough and emotional it must have been for Mom. On top of this, she’s raising my two grandbabies. I’m so blessed to have such a strong, caring and loving mother, don’t know what I’d do without her!
Thursday (REHAB DAY!):
Fitful night of sleep and, again, morning comes way too quickly! I took a quick shower, guzzled some coffee and squeezed in as much quality time with Mom and my babies. My Christian friend will be here soon to take me to rehab…for three months!
Well, she’s here; we all visit for a brief time, now to load up and head out…for three whole months! It was a beautiful morning for a drive with a great Christian friend, riding through the country listening to K-Love and talking along the way. With a quick run through McDonald’s, I managed to eat breakfast on my nervous stomach.
Here we are! For a moment, I want to run away, I can’t do this! A few deep breaths, the time has come, no turning back now! She and I go in…oh, nerves and anxiety kicking in, racing heart, deep breath, this is it! We sit and talk for a few minutes…then they call MY name! After checking my bags for contraband, I’m told it’s time to part ways with my friend. We hug, say I love you, hug again and she walks out the door.
A lady takes me to her office to conduct my assessment. I feel surprisingly comfortable with her right away. She and I seem to hit it off well from the start and will be my primary group and individual counselor. I like this chic, smart, funny and compassionate!
Assessment done, nervously waiting on the house mom to arrive to take me to my new home. I’m allowed a few minutes to smoke and use my phone for the last time for the next ten days. I call Mom, Dad and my sister. They gave me heartfelt words of encouragement, and we tell each other I love you.
My house mom arrives, she seems friendly and positive. We chat as we walk over to my new home to meet my new roommates. This is all so frightening and exciting at the same time!