I’ve been a lurker on this thread since it’s inception but was never as brave in my beliefs as some others (I’m looking at you @anon59754122).
It’s a sunny Sunday where I live so I feel a ramble coming on.
I was raised Catholic and we were the church every Sunday plus holy days kind. I went to Catholic School from grade school through high school and I was active in our church’s youth group. What I took from those years: a sense of reverence for what is holy, a longing for a supportive community and the ability to sit still like a good little girl for long stretches.
Now in sobriety I do long for community again. Bars were social and communal for me and while I could not do this without this community sometimes you need a hug from a sober person.
I don’t believe in a higher power in the sense that my sense of that power doesn’t feel elevated like I was taught in Catholic school. My power reminds me how small I am (just like in Catholic school) but also reminds me of my power to help, to change, to love. My power is definitely not called God.
I’m three months and change (punny!) sober and I do feel a desire to acknowledge my powerlessness and give it to someone. In my head I’m trying out the names Love and Gawd (all of my old nun teachers rulers just slapped me simultaneously for that one) or Awl (because it sounds like All and it is a tool to punch holes in things). None of those sound right to me yet so today ya’ll will have to be my higher power. A community of people who say “I can’t do this by myself, will you help?” That seems pretty dang powerful to me.
Now you’ve got my eyes leaking.
Happy Sober Sunday all and thanks for speaking all your truths.







