There is a theory out there that the only way a person can truly recover from addiction is to confront it as a personal battle or journey and one only you yourself can do. You have to want to. For many this maybe after you hit your own rock bottom. You then have to really try. Really try.
Whilst a lot in this is true it is important we share too both the how and the why we stop. Or at least want and try to. For many it is simply moving from a daily drive of the fast car to maybe just taking it out on weekends, on less days than you would otherwise. For others it’s leaving it in the garage for maybe a few weeks or more then taking it out again. Then getting cross with it and putting it back in the garage. Rinse. Repeat. For some it is properly selling the damn thing.
Whatever category you fall into it is important to remain non judgemental of so called failures. The moment you judge that point you get back in the car it’s like licence to go even faster than before, fck it I’m gonna lose my licence so why lose it at 50, let’s hit 100. (I went here btw bad move). Important not to judge but to reflect in a quiet moment that recovers you a sense of control. Why did that happen then. Ok let’s do this again. This isn’t day one again. It’s picking up the bike after falling off, we aren’t learning to ride the thing, we know how to keep balance. It’s just we fell off.
Sharing for me is and has been important. Reading the blogs, listening to others coping, not coping, learning not to expect everything to just be super fairyland after a few days or months, sometimes just being inspired by those dedicating energy into fitness….. SO.
That’s where I want to focus on the Why. I think it’s super important to always revisit the why when you feel like you’re being drawn down the rabbit hole again. Alice is not your friend. She has an intoxicating smile but a stiletto in every pocket. Beware of The rabbit hole. Sometimes we can be tricked into thinking our craving is more than that, she is adept at dressing it up.
My ‘why’ is first and foremost I am a mother. I want to be there for my girls. When they need me. When they call. I want to see them grow up, I want to be something I never had (mother left me when I was 3). I want to be able to support them through studies, see them find love and be there for the break ups, be there for their wedding days, maybe be a granny one day. Be a granny my girls never had. My other ‘why’ is physical wellness. I’ve been told my red blood cells are slightly enlarged but otherwise my blood results are really very good (Hello? Is that hope?). So as a thank you to my blood and this body that allows me to see the sun rise, the laughs of my children, the delightful chaos and diversity of London, the feeling of strength when I have a good run through Hyde Park, I should say thank you. There are many other Whys. My husband of course, my late father – he had so much pride for me – since he left I’ve been a vertical jigsaw…
Anyway. I hadn’t meant this blog to be so long. It isn’t my style.
So there are a couple of ‘Why’s’. Let’s talk ‘How’.
Reading your ‘Whys’.
Cleaning or organising admin. Writing a list of other things to occupy your mind.
Going for a brisk walk or run
Having a short drive and screaming. Yes.
Doing some jumping jacks
Telling yourself off.
Singing loudly – think Elf
Drinking Miso. Spicy if possible.
Put your headphones on.
Join in. Do.
Hidden. Hiding. I hide.
Deeper. I go. Inside.
Reaching for the impossible shelf.
Reaching for a former self.
One that without paranoia could laugh
One that felt a sense of self worth.
Noise intense a constant battle
Noise immense a struggle with ‘mental’.
No-one towed me out no this one was all under my own steam. I got myself here in this mess. Paddling along. Up and down like our home wifi which has been struggling to cope with the first proper Autumn dribbles.
The embers I call them. How appropriate. I digress.
I thought when I was told the cravings would be like waves I was kind of expecting the little ones you could boogie Board off. Oh no. Today we went big wave surfing. And it was scary. Like coming down a big hill on a bicycle way too fast and then suddenly noticing the fecking corner, that was my day, a few hills where I’d feel in control then seeing that corner knowing I was in trouble. Riding the wave and watching the gap you need to ride out of shrink faster than you’re catching it. Crap. I needed untold amounts of ginger biscuits, flapjacks and brownies, never mind that sushi nonsense (actually I quite like sushi) or Pret wraps no ALL I need today is sugar!!! And lots of it!!! Also though. I need to walk or run or jump about or scream or listen to loud music and sing really badly but I wouldn’t care because it’s LOUD YEAH!! But I can’t because when you’re a legal partner in an open plan office of a Blue Chip company and someone the grads are supposed to look up to you’re just not supposed to do that kind of stuff. 😤
Damn it. Day 7 sober. We made it this far though….I got through the gap. Just.