2 weeks ago
Something happened that will forever define the rest of my life, the rest of my sobriety, and the rest of the lives that surround me. I pray for peace for every life that was touched so profoundly
After finding myself on the floor of a bottomless pit I never saw coming, and that was divinely designed, I found my way to a candlelight meeting of Alcoholics Anonymous. I break my anonymity so that perhaps , my story, our stories may help someone out there that may still be suffering, and know that they are not alone, nor do they ever have to be alone again.
My story
August 10th, 2012
As I sat there, I wasn't sure
when I had vacated the Fairytale or if it had simply vacated me.
All I knew right now was that I was in a room full of strangers
and the numb was wearing off and the desperation was ebbing back in,
and the churning in my mind was awakening, and soon the shaking
would start. I shut my eyes so tightly I could see stars and
prayed when I opened them things would be different. They opened
and things were different alright. The different I had chosen. The last 2
days were a blur, but also crystal clear, but as if the events had
happened to someone else, because even as I sat here, I was
convinced that things like this didn't happen to women like me.
I sighed and lit another cigarette.
Inhaled deeply and and looked around these seemingly normal people
and wondered once again what the hell I was doing here. The morning
hours and my resolve seemed to fade with the sun. As I watched it
begin it's decent, I absently picked at the hem of the white shorts I was wearing, and looked around me again. There was a mom with
her children swimming in the pool, there were clusters of people, all
ages, gathered in various different spots, no one conversation
discernible, just a low steady hum. I felt the warmth of my lit
cigarette as the cherry neared my fingers. I stabbed it out, and
with each movement the anger began to bubble up again. I just
wasn't sure who precisely I was the most angry with. Tears rolled
down my cheeks, and the hot emotion seared it's way to my throat.
I panicked. There was no way I was going to break down in front of all
these strangers. As composed as I could muster, I gathered my bag and headed for the ladies room. Once there I sat in the stall
and the tears began to flow, my chest tight with shame, anger and
disbelief. I had managed a shower, putting my long auburn hair
into a neat braid, and even a little make up, mascara, eyeliner and
lip gloss. To the naked eye, I looked like a normal, person.
Pretty, refined, smart, tanned, and well put together. No one would
guess this "fine" woman was 24 hours out of a county jail aptly named
Purgatory for intoxication. I shuddered. No. I couldn't let my mind go back there, not right now. I pulled my cell phone out of my purse, smirking as my perfectly manicured nail slid across the side button
to illuminate the time. Dammit. I slumped against the stall, i was either gonna go in there or bolt. I closed my eyes again and the last of the hot tears brimmed over my eyelashes.
I pulled the stall door open and stood in front of the sink to
rinse my face and blot my eyes. I avoided mirrors except to make
sure my appearance was flawless, but never wanting to look at who
was really staring back. As I turned to go, a woman entered, looked
at me, immediately took me into her arms and hugged me. “ you
are right where you need to be”, she whispered. I looked at
this stranger in bewilderment, but felt mildly bolstered by this odd
exchange. I straightened up just a little bit more, and walked into
the room of strangers and chose a seat by an older woman I had seen
out on the patio. Poised, elegant, intelligent with a pinch of sass,
I felt drawn to this woman, so I sat across from her.
The terror now had a stranglehold as
the meeting began. This wasn't my first meeting, but it was the
first meeting where I knew I earned my seat. I was no better
than any other person there and for the first time I knew this. I
knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I needed help. My way landed
me in jail and had alienated every person I loved. I choked on
the bile rising my throat at this realization. Holy shit. I
was completely alone and at my last outpost, so I had better not
bolt now. I knew if I did my next stop was the cemetery, right
next to my already dead husband. The person at the head of the room
called attention that the meeting was about to start and I sat
there in helpless bewilderment. He announced they were going to go
around the room and introduce themselves, not to embarrass anyone but
so that they could all get to know each other. I inwardly rolled
my eyes, what a crock! Who would want to get to know me? At that
moment the only thing I knew was that I was good at was burning down
anything, and everyone who ever meant anything to me. Suddenly I became acutely aware that there was silence and it was my turn to
introduce myself. The bile bubbled back up and I was sure I was
going to choke on the words I was about to speak, but also knew
with a new certainty that they were the first true words in a long
time I had spoken. I quietly, but clearly spoke, “My
name is Jennifer and I am an alcoholic.” I glanced sideways at
the face of the woman across from me, and expected to see a snicker,
or judgment, but saw only a slight nod and a quiet countenance of
understanding as her gaze moved to the next person. I barely moved.
When they came to the end of the introductions, my breath
finally escaped me, I didn't realize I had been holding it, then my eyes started to burn and another damn tear slid down my cheek. Someone moved to the front of the room and with joy
accepted a 30 day chip. I didn't understand the joy, and even more
so didn't understand how anyone could feel that after 30 days without
a drink, because by this point with all of the emotion from the last
few days and the fading of my resolve, my body was craving that
numb feeling I had so desperately come to depend on. The lights had dimmed and
there were candles on each of the long tables barely illuminating the
room. I barely heard what the people around me were sharing, but did suddenly realize that a small sense of peace had begun to
pervade the edges of the turmoil I felt screaming inside me.
Through my fogginess, I realized as I stood in the circle holing
hands with these strangers that I had been thrown a life jacket in
the sea of chaos that had become me. I had listened to the prayer
that closed the meeting an knew enough about AA to know that I would sink without a sponsor. Someone to help guide me through the
steps that would become the thing I hoped would save me. I was
drawn to the woman across the table and sought her out and without
any real thought of my own and found myself asking this stranger if she
would help me. To my absolute shock, the woman with the kind eyes
agreed.
The here and now
That was a year ago, and I would love to report that the past almost 13 months have gone by smoothly, and that I have a perfect record of sobriety to report. I do not.
What I DO have, is countless miracles and blessings. Life is not perfect nor do I have to be perfect in it. I have slowly begun, and I do say begun, because it will take time to undo some of the damage that has been caused, to rebuild relationships that I thought I had burned down. Alcohol was my mistress, and for a long time I chose it above all things that were important to me. It is not a lie the it is cunning, baffling and powerful, and most of all patient. Today, I can look, really look in the mirror and see a woman emerging I never thought I could be, and I like her. I have learned to accept my defeats with the grace of a woman and not the grief of a child, and everyday I learn that I am not the mistakes i have made. They no longer define me.
My hope for the future is brighter now than I ever thought in a million years it could be. I HAVE hope. As time evolves, I look forward to being less involved in myself, and more involved with others. I also understand that it is what it is, and for the time being, important.
I lost a dear friend. One who had a vital role in my sobriety, and who taught me many lessons in how to be a friend without judgement. I hope he knows what a wonderful man he is, and that he walks hand in hand with our maker, and can finally see what an incredible instrument he was in so many lives.
I also gained a son, one that I love very much, who adores my daughter and I know will provide her with a life time of show stopping memories. The 2 of them definitely know how to make an entrance, as evidenced by the massive hail storm that opened their nuptials last weekend. It was a beautiful ceremony, and I was honored to walk my little girl down the aisle. I did this with my other little girl right by my side along with my incredibly patient mother and grandmother. I can honestly say that my family ARE my best friends, and always have been even when they couldn't be around my crazy.
I have a kind and patient man in my life who somehow understands my insanity and loves me in spite of it, he has willingly trudged this road with me, and I look forward to our journey together, and am grateful that the memories looking forward
will be happier and less tainted.
Life can be rebuilt, one day at a time, one moment at a time and for this alcoholic, one prayer at a time. My heart is over flowing, and I am so grateful for each and every person that I am honored to know and love.
I will miss you everyday Ryan, and I hope and pray for peace for all of us, in honor of your memory, I will close this blog the way you used to close yours.
My name is Jennifer, and I am an alcoholic.
