If I may congratulate myself on anything beyond staying alcohol-free, it would have to be the ongoing willingness to consider new ways of understanding myself and others. This is HUGE shift for someone so deeply invested in the need to be right in order to feel safe.
There were a lot of inconsistencies in my beliefs about, well, everything. I don’t know that I’ll ever get it completely right, but at least I’m curious.
We feel so sure we know ourselves, and that what we feel is real, and what we know is true.
One thing I wrestled with was how to define myself as a sober person. It took a long time to shed the shame attached to quitting alcohol. I did not want the stigma of a label. On my first day of sobriety, I chose the name “UnPickled” for this blog to indicate that I was changed in a way that couldn’t be entirely undone. (Also, I hadn’t lost my sense of humor!)
Over time, I came to see that shame and stigma comes from inside of us. It is a power that we give to ideas and images. Books like I Thought It Was Just Me (But It Isn’t) by Brene Brown, You Are Not So Smart by David McRaney, and Attached by Amir Levine and Rachel Heller help shine a light on patterns of human behavior that commonly cause problems and what to do about them.
When we realize that we are internalizing judgements about ourselves, thinking we are bad people because we have done or said or thought things we feel badly about. I’m a bad friend/parent/spouse/human because I did _____.
In 300+ Bubble Hour interviews, I’ve heard other people fill in that blank spot with all kinds of things: passed out in the driveway, embarrassed my kids, cheated, stole, wet my pants, betrayed a friend, failed at work, hurt others, hurt myself. I definitely had my own file of evidence against myself, proof that I was certifiably terrible.
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Sometimes it actually feels better to beat ourselves up that to forgive and nurture.
What if we came to realize that the behavior is a sign of pain? What if we bravely lifted to rock to see what’s underneath? What if we stopped punishing ourselves and started healing and changing instead?
Yes, we have to take responsibility for our actions and make things better. But then we have to let them go and stop using them for self-identity. This is how we free ourselves up to grow.
I don’t shy away from the word “alcoholic” anymore. In some circles, it’s useful because it describes a way of thinking and living as a sober person. But I also recognize that other times, the word can elicit confusion or negativity. In those cases, there are better ways to describe my life: alcohol-free, in recovery, sober.
I’m in control of the language I choose to use, as well as the way I see myself.
“When we accept tough jobs as a challenge and wade into them with joy and enthusiasm, miracles can happen” – Arland Gilbert.
Day 22, and at 68-years-old, I am so grateful to be on this path. Thank you everyone for your words of wisdom and your vulnerability. It is my sincere hope that you find your miracle.
I love your blog and the vulnerability in your writing. I am also a sober woman in recovery and a licensed professional counselor in Tempe, Az. I recently opened my own private practice called Saguaro Behavioral Health and I would love to feature your blog on my website with your permission. keep doing what you’re doing because others struggling will gain much hope from your beautiful words. Many blessing, Marnie Zang Katularu
I needed to read this today. Thank you.
I just discovered this blog via Tired of Thinking About Drinking. I have always associated drinking with shame because my mum abused alcohol when I was growing up. Anyway for many years I have wanted to quit or take a break and I did several 30 days and even 100 days but of course I went back so here I am starting again. I am reading your early posts for strength and encouragement. Thank you!
This was lovely and helpful. Thank you so much.
Love you, too!! I’m 5 years, 5 months sober. I, like many others, took the long way around healing from child abuse I was subjected to as a child and through adulthood until my abusers both died. It took their deaths for me to truly realize how toxic their presence in my life actually was. I could’ve created the distance and saved myself from abuse all the time!!!
Allow myself compassion for me, for the me who was suffering and in pain, has been a learning process.
Unconditional self acceptance sounds nice, but I didn’t even really be,I ever it was possible, nor did I see how to get it.
I realize now it is years of laughing at myself, apologizing for my behaviour, admitting when I am wrong and holding out a hand in both support and desperation.
Somewhere in there I realized I deserve love. I deserve forgiveness and I don’t need to ever be ashamed of myself.
I look at you and see a brave and open minded person. I see you are worthy. And because of that I realize I am too.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts! I love you!