A tough day. A tough, tough, super fucking painful day. And I added to it by mostly getting in the way - writing a whole bunch of stories in my mind about the pain, instead of just feeling it and letting it pass through. At least I didn’t do the next habitual thing I do with pain - uncork a bottle of wine.
I went to my RD mtg instead. Arrived (online) feeling like a fraud. Like everyone else knows and gets recovery better than I do. I didn’t speak tonight, but I left feeling so… heard. Seen.
There’s a meditation, readings (perfect timing that I joined this group when they’re re-starting at the beginning of the book), and sharing/discussion. Tonight we read about The First Noble Truth. (There are four noble truths. These, and the commitments that follow, are the foundation of the program.)
The First Noble Truth:
There is suffering. We commit to understanding the truth of suffering.
Many of us have suffered by trying, and failing, to control our dependencies, habits, and addictions. We’ve used every kind of willpower, bargaining, planning, and magical thinking, each time imagining the result would be different, and beating ourselves up when it turned out the same.
I used to make these kind of plans and bargains. Weekends only. Two glasses max. Except on super fucking painful days like today. Then it was all about medicating that pain away! I know, I knew, I was just making the wound deeper.
I commit to understanding the truth of my suffering.
It’s because I want things to be different, and they can’t be.
Only I can be.
This shouldn’t be groundbreaking to me.
It’s absolutely okay that it is, though. Let me learn it anew every day.