Recovery Challenge // Day Fourteen
Day 14 - Think about yourself one year ago, how have you changed?
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Physically, I’ve changed quite a bit. Looking at pictures from last year’s Memorial Day campout, I am now about 20-25 pounds lighter, have color to my face, and chopped off my awful “using” hair (don’t ever dye your hair blonde, Italian girls… then black and then brown, lololololol) into the kick-ass pixie haircut I have now (and will never stop getting).
Emotionally, mentally, I have changed a metric BUTT TON. At that point, I had a little over 3 months clean time and it felt like ages because it was the longest I had willingly been clean since I began using. I was always on edge, always frightened of my clean time - it felt like such a tremulous, fragile thing. On the way to the camp out, I thought, I could take this money and just go use all weekend, I could relapse and it turned into one of those cravings where I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. I had just fallen off the “pink cloud” of sobriety (the initial euphoria addicts/alcoholics experience after withdrawals where everything about sober life is AMAZINGWONDERFULYAYAYAYAY) - more like face planted. I also drank a lot of Red Bull and smoked a lot of cigarettes at the time, so this did not improve my jittery nature. I think I had also just committed to living in Virginia for one year. I didn’t know what I would do after that, but I certainly did not imagine staying here any longer than necessecary.
If you would have told me at that point that in a year, I would be going to a Virginia university in the fall for something I love, in a stable relationship with an amazing man I love, quit drinking Red Bull, quit smoking cigarettes, eating healthy, beginning to exercise, and still clean/sober and satisfied with it, I probably would have laughed in your face, stopped short, then said gently, “Oh… are you crazy? I’m so sorry.” This is the same reaction I had to a newcomer telling me the other day in a meeting that I “looked so put together”, even without make-up or clean hair. I almost laughed in her hopeful, eager face but the more I keep thinking about it, I do have it together. I’m not perfect, I still struggle, I have the occasional passing thought of using, I buy cigarettes when I’m freaking out, smoke three, then toss a 3/4 full pack, but, damn, I have come a long way. Being clean/sober is just my life now, it’s just a simple fact for my day. It feels solid and I realize that I trust myself a little bit today. That’s awesome. So much more motivated to go on about my day now :)