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TURNING 39 AND 4 YEARS SOBER

5 Comments 19 January 2014

TURNING 39 AND 4 YEARS SOBER

Our childhood stories tell us about happy ever afters, knights on white horses rescuing the damsel in distress and fairies that grant you your greatest wish.  Society tells us that being successful is to obtain the perfect nuclear family, have a wife that looks like a Barbie doll, a husband that looks like GI Joe and have kids so sweet they could be extras on little house on the prairie.  Of course don’t forget the big shiny car and a home with a private bathroom for each inhabitant and a pool in the back yard.  So what happens when, after striving for this perceived ideal all your life, it turns out to be a crock of shit, and your reality age 39 is that you’re in recovery from every addiction known to man, your GI Joe turned out to be the incredible hulk, and you’re blindly trying to raise two children alone while attempting to keep your intensely confused, slightly psychotic self in order?

Well from my experience, what you do is you suck it up, accept that knights and happy ever afters are not for you and make the best of it.  I suppose, you could say, that up until age 35, I expected my life to be a fairytale.  Good and magical things were supposed to happen right?  I mean I’m a damsel, I’ve had my fair share of scary dragons to be rescued from, I’ve seen lot’s of white horses around.  I know  I’m no Barbie, perhaps more of an over fed Jennifer Lopez, but I’ve got my good points, so where the heck is my knight?

And so came RECOVERY and my departure from fairytale deluded damsel to reality check chick!  Yep, I heard it loud and clear from day one.  I heard it so loud, that there were day’s it echoed in my head and was so disturbing it had the same effect as someone standing beside me constantly scraping their nails down a blackboard.  The truth of this world for me is nobody is responsible for my happiness, achievements, choices, success or lack thereof, except little old me.  No amount of ass wiggling, lip pouting or cleavage showing is going to make a knight jump on a horse to come save me.  And in the unlikely event that it does, there will always be some other damsel for that “mofo” to sweep up on his stallion and ride off into the sunset with (lesson learned, beware of the rescuer type).

And as much as I kicked and screamed in early recovery to have someone come fix my messy life, sooth my broken heart, and wipe my fevered brow, I eventually had to give in and become my own rescuer.  This is referred to as surrender.  How I HATE that word.  It grates against my stubbornness and feeling of entitlement.  However, despite my tantrums and protests there was a multitude of amazing people there to give me guidance, teach me that the 12 steps were not hanging on the wall for decoration nor are they optional if you want to be sane and sober.  And to my amazement there were people who cared enough to help me, when I fell off my white horse and couldn’t quite manage to get myself back up on the saddle.  Indeed, I still have times when riding that white horse becomes difficult.  I slip off and I ends up being dragged around with my foot caught in the stirrup.  Thankfully those same people are there to gently push me back up; when I let them.

There are a million tools to choose from in the recovery process, most of them free, but all of them useless if we are not willing to use them ourselves.  There was and is no spoon feeding in recovery for me.  Nope, just hard ass work and realization that living in denial will ultimately leave me miserable and probably back out drinking and using.  But even though the work to rectify my lost self is hard and ridiculously painful, after four years, I am definitely seeing the results in a way I hadn’t expected.  I am still nowhere near having the shiny car or pool in the back yard, nor will I ever look like Barbie.  But you know what, that stuff is totally irrelevant to me now.  I have found a depth to life and living that was a complete mystery to me from the time I started drinking at 13.  I knew that there existed something more than I could see before then, but I stopped believing in the true essence of life pretty quick.  Yes past nasty experiences added to the loss of that Belief in life and subsequent nasty experiences enabled me to stay in my yucky drunken haze.  But today, on my last day of being 38 and 4 days away from my 4th sober anniversary, I can safely say I am regaining my zest for real life.  More importantly though, I’m regaining my zest for being the authentic me and as unpopular as it is in some circles to talk about spirituality being a valid treatment for addiction, I can tell you, it’s spirituality that got me here and continues to work for me.  I view all of my recovery 12 step program as spiritual, including the connection I have developed with other’s in the program, the meetings, the conversations, the feeling inside a recovery room, my ability to not pick up and the true me being present.

I am affectionately known to a particular person as an Irish Warrior Princess.  It’s still a bit fairytaleish for someone who’s lost faith in happy ever afters I know, but at least these day’s I’m stepping up to the challenges, fighting my own battles, telling my own story and doing it all with my own sword.

Happy 39th Birthday and 4th Anniversary to me!

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  1. Irisheyes1 says:

    OMG, this is my favorite piece to date sweet pea. Let me be one of the first to wish you a most beautiful birth-day. Keep up the great work and progress! Love and hugs xxxx

  2. Waylon says:

    Happy late Birthday and 4 year anniversary! WOW. So exciting! Continue to do well! You deserve it!

  3. Jason says:

    Wow Nicky. I really enjoy reading your Blogs. You have a gift.

  4. Terry C. says:

    Excellent! Happy birthday and congratulations on the anniversary Nicky ! The blog is wonderful, I am an avid follower. The fact that I am able to have a second chance at life, a “do-over”. The opportunity to learn to love and become my authentic self IS a fairytale story to me! Thank you for being willing to share yourself with us!

  5. Congratulations on being sober and Happy 39th Birthday! Overcoming addiction is surely a hard work. Treatment Centers may provide tools and recovery plans, but getting better would be easier if it is accompanied with a will to change. I am amazed by your dedication and courage to recover. Life is truly much better when you’re sober. Glad you have friends and family that helped you get better. Thank you so much for sharing your story.


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