I’m back; not with a loud bang but with a bit of a whimper. The year 2014 was the worst year of my life. There are so many reasons why; we’ll get to some in time.
Today is a good day. Part of the reason it’s a good day is that I’m determined to live in this day and only this day. I’ll leave tomorrow to itself. I can only handle this one. I’ve come to realize, kicking and screaming and not all at once, that I’m an alcoholic and an abuser of prescription drugs. It’s a nasty combination which almost, on a couple of occasions, landed me in a real-life version of an opening scene from the HBO series Six Feet Under.
I’ll write more about my journey as days go by, but that’s not all I’ll write about. I’m determined to keep at this blog; I think I really need it. And if I write something out of my own experiences that moves you or someone you know to live a better, more joyous life, then it will be worth it. I know that, for me, cathartic experiences can truly come from anywhere, carried by anyone, at any time and in any place.
Here’s a monologue from a movie that was “made for me to see.” I truly think God knew that I would not truly get what I was doing to myself, my family and my friends until I saw this film. The thing is, none of that truly hit me until the THIRD TIME I watched it.
Yeah. I sat through this film three times before I understood how much like Denzel Washington’s character I actually was. I’m not black and I’m not a pilot. That’s about the extent of our differences. But, like him, I couldn’t see it until I saw it.
This monologue, so beautifully done by the great Denzel, is where I got to on February 3, 2015. The day before my 46th birthday this past week, it was as if I had reached my life-long limit of lies. I thought I had gotten there before, but I was wrong. My rock bottom, as it turned out, had a trap door. I have a long, long way to go and a lot of amends to make, but I’m ok. I’m scared as hell, but I’m ok.
I didn’t drink today, and I took only the medicine prescribed to me as directed. I’m alive now, and if I’m blessed with the opportunity to wake tomorrow morning, I’ll pray to God to continue to do for me what I cannot do for myself.
Love yourselves, my friends!
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