Last week a lady was readmitted to the detox for the umpteenth time. My colleagues sighed great sighs and rolled their eyes. Here we go again. I just looked at the name. Unique. I knew that name. But could it be? It had to be. It was. Fifty years ago we played together in the street. Our homes were fifty meters apart and we lived our lives as kids in the streets as we did back then.
It took me a couple of days to muster up courage and approach her. Funny thing is she just heard from a colleague that Iām from Amsterdam too and sort of recognised me so actually we approached each other. We talked. It was fun. Shared memories, shared history, memories resurfaced.
As colleagues said it, she also said āhow we were sitting on different sides talking to each other now, me the nurse, she the patientā. I answered I donāt see it like that at all. Weāre in this together. Weāre fighting this together. She started out drinking at about the same age (14) as I started smoking hash and weed. She kept up her heavy drinking till today, I quit all drugs and alcohol four years ago. She damaged her body more than I. Thatās really all the difference I can see.
Thereās synchronicity between this meeting and the psychotherapy I do. I feel I am ready to deal with this crucial early period in my life. Both in individual and in group therapy Iām exploring this time, Iām starting to gain some amazing insights, and Iām taking steps to learn and grow from what happened back then. I took me the better part of three years in therapy to get here. Not sure I would have started this process would I have known it was going to take this long. Probably thatās for the better for I am so grateful I did start. And Iām not done yet.
After four years of being sober and clean I am beginning to see real progress. Real growth within me occurring. I love my job. First time ever I can say that. I believe in what I do. Helping others and helping myself. I believe in my capabilities. For the first time ever I donāt feel like an imposter doing my job. People actually listen to me and believe in my expertise and even I myself believe in it at times. Thatās an awesome feeling.
Personally thereās also growth. The opposite of addiction is connection. Iām slowly learning about that. Slowly breaking down the walls I build around me as a kid to protect me and replace them by healthy boundaries. Boundaries that are more flexible, able to bend to the ever changing tides of life. The avoidant part of me is being eroded. People are no longer afraid to approach me and I am no longer afraid to approach people. That is huge and it is amazing and I donāt know how it happened but it did.
Iām so f*cking grateful to be where I am and to do what I do. To be able to feel more than just a stone at the base of my gut and a a knot in my stomach. To be able to feel happiness and joy, just as I can feel sadness and grief. To actually feel alive. To live.
Who would have thought life can be fun. Life can be worthwhile. For the last four years I worked my ass off because I just knew I couldnāt live one day longer like I had for the 53 years before that. I was killing myself and now I am living my life. Itās totally incredible.
It wasnāt a crazy busy day at work today. I had time to talk longer talks to some patients. There were two āhopelessā cases I talked to for a long time. One 30, heavy alcohol and opiates user, been here many times, serious life problems, seriously ill, seriously addicted.
All I could do is to implore him to seek out meetings, to find his peers as I see him dying pretty soon. The other guy an older alcoholic, lawyer, teacher, active in the community. Good guy. His body and brain ravaged by addiction. Both talks were really humbling. Iām humbled. Iām lucky. I get to do my utmost to make the best of my life. Iām sober and clean.
All we can do is turn up and do our best each and every day. Whatever our best that particular day may be. It can also be staying in bed and surviving. Just for today. One day at a time. We canāt see the outcome. Just work at being the best you can be.
I didnāt even mention Talking Sober until now. But this place is my fundament. This is my home. You are my family. Weāre in this together. Iām not alone. Youāre not alone. Love you all so much. Iām incredibly grateful. Onward and upward. Love from my bedroom window XOXO