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Kinda dorky but..
My RAD has been staying at her ex fiances alot. They have been working on their relationship. She waitresses for a good chunk of change, is taking an online course and started working per diem at the halfway house she was at a couple times. She is working there to see if indeed it is the right choice for her to continue her education.
She got mail from **ACRA, the halfway house. Since she isn't home much these days she asked me to open & read it to her. It said: Happy Holidays. **ACRA Board & Staff Holiday Party. Yes, my daughter is "staff" at the halfway house. I kinda felt a lump in my throat reading it. I am so proud. Miricles do indeed happen.
She got mail from **ACRA, the halfway house. Since she isn't home much these days she asked me to open & read it to her. It said: Happy Holidays. **ACRA Board & Staff Holiday Party. Yes, my daughter is "staff" at the halfway house. I kinda felt a lump in my throat reading it. I am so proud. Miricles do indeed happen.
JFT Oct. 19 - Standing For Something
October 19
In our active addiction, we were prepared to compromise everything we believed in just to get our hands on more drugs. Whether we stole from our families and friends, sold ourselves, or lied to our employers, we were ignoring the values that mattered most to us. Each time we compromised another dearly held belief, another chunk of the mortar holding our characters together fell away. By the time many of us came to our first meeting, nothing was left but the ruin of our former selves.
We will locate our lost values as we carry out our first honest self-examination. But in order to rebuild our characters, weÂ’ll find it necessary to maintain those values, no matter how great the temptation to shove them aside. We will need to be honest, even when we think we could fool everyone by lying. If we ignore our values, weÂ’ll discover that the biggest fibs weÂ’ve told have been the ones weÂ’ve told ourselves.
We donÂ’t want to start the demolition of our spirits again after all the work weÂ’ve put into their restoration. ItÂ’s essential that we stand for something, or we risk falling for anything. Whatever we find important to us, we honor.
Just for today: I stand for something. My strength is the result of living my values.
Copyright © 1991-2008 by Narcotics Anonymous World Services, Inc. All Rights Reserved
Standing for something
“...we could feel time, touch reality, and recognize spiritual values long lost to many of us.”
Basic Text, p. 85
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In our active addiction, we were prepared to compromise everything we believed in just to get our hands on more drugs. Whether we stole from our families and friends, sold ourselves, or lied to our employers, we were ignoring the values that mattered most to us. Each time we compromised another dearly held belief, another chunk of the mortar holding our characters together fell away. By the time many of us came to our first meeting, nothing was left but the ruin of our former selves.
We will locate our lost values as we carry out our first honest self-examination. But in order to rebuild our characters, weÂ’ll find it necessary to maintain those values, no matter how great the temptation to shove them aside. We will need to be honest, even when we think we could fool everyone by lying. If we ignore our values, weÂ’ll discover that the biggest fibs weÂ’ve told have been the ones weÂ’ve told ourselves.
We donÂ’t want to start the demolition of our spirits again after all the work weÂ’ve put into their restoration. ItÂ’s essential that we stand for something, or we risk falling for anything. Whatever we find important to us, we honor.
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Just for today: I stand for something. My strength is the result of living my values.
Copyright © 1991-2008 by Narcotics Anonymous World Services, Inc. All Rights Reserved
New Here
Hi Everyone,
I'm a 33 year old wife of a very sick alcoholic. We've been together 12 years and our 7th wedding anniversary is coming up.
I could go on for hours about everything I've gone through but I'm sure you've all heard it before and have been there yourselves. What brought me here this time is the rug that was pulled out from underneath my feet last night. Of all the years I've been telling him to leave (when he's drinking) or leaving him for a few days here and there when he drinks - he told me that HE is leaving ME this time. His binges have been rather frequent the past several months and the last time he drank, about two weeks ago, he sold some of my video games and equipment for a pittance to drink and I was furious. This has happened numerous times before but I was beside myself with anger. I work two jobs, while he works no jobs, and how dare he sell my stuff AGAIN. So since then, he'd been dry and incredibly grouchy. One minute nice and the next, snapping at me or ignoring me completely. Last night I stopped at a grocery store to pick up dinner and his special cereal. I couldn't find it at the store, so I called him. He sounded so angry with me on the phone! I was hurt and I hung up on him. I called him when I got home (I found the cereal after all) to ask him to help me carry groceries upstairs, as we live on the second floor. No answer. I made dinner and he was in and out of the apartment, and later on I heard the sound of a bottle hitting the dumpster in the parking lot, so I figured he was definitely out drinking. When he came inside I asked him to talk to me and he told me he wasn't going to resolve anything with me, and that he made a decision that this week he is leaving. He is getting a small chunk of money this week for doing some web work and that's all he is taking, he says. Normally I would think he is just blowing hot air but for some reason, I think he is serious. He hasn't spoken to me all day.
Part of me is ecstatic to have him out of my hair and the other part feels hurt and rejected. I have stood by him for so long, have been understanding and patient, praying for his recovery. Now he is just going to leave me.
I just need a place to vent a little and to help me remember that I'm not the only one to go through this. I am so ready for the alcoholism to be out of my life but not really ready to lose my marriage. Thanks for letting me vent and for your stories and perspectives as well, as they help me keep my head out of the insane thoughts.
I'm a 33 year old wife of a very sick alcoholic. We've been together 12 years and our 7th wedding anniversary is coming up.
I could go on for hours about everything I've gone through but I'm sure you've all heard it before and have been there yourselves. What brought me here this time is the rug that was pulled out from underneath my feet last night. Of all the years I've been telling him to leave (when he's drinking) or leaving him for a few days here and there when he drinks - he told me that HE is leaving ME this time. His binges have been rather frequent the past several months and the last time he drank, about two weeks ago, he sold some of my video games and equipment for a pittance to drink and I was furious. This has happened numerous times before but I was beside myself with anger. I work two jobs, while he works no jobs, and how dare he sell my stuff AGAIN. So since then, he'd been dry and incredibly grouchy. One minute nice and the next, snapping at me or ignoring me completely. Last night I stopped at a grocery store to pick up dinner and his special cereal. I couldn't find it at the store, so I called him. He sounded so angry with me on the phone! I was hurt and I hung up on him. I called him when I got home (I found the cereal after all) to ask him to help me carry groceries upstairs, as we live on the second floor. No answer. I made dinner and he was in and out of the apartment, and later on I heard the sound of a bottle hitting the dumpster in the parking lot, so I figured he was definitely out drinking. When he came inside I asked him to talk to me and he told me he wasn't going to resolve anything with me, and that he made a decision that this week he is leaving. He is getting a small chunk of money this week for doing some web work and that's all he is taking, he says. Normally I would think he is just blowing hot air but for some reason, I think he is serious. He hasn't spoken to me all day.
Part of me is ecstatic to have him out of my hair and the other part feels hurt and rejected. I have stood by him for so long, have been understanding and patient, praying for his recovery. Now he is just going to leave me.
I just need a place to vent a little and to help me remember that I'm not the only one to go through this. I am so ready for the alcoholism to be out of my life but not really ready to lose my marriage. Thanks for letting me vent and for your stories and perspectives as well, as they help me keep my head out of the insane thoughts.
Learning to control amount you drink?
Hi,
I am a 20-year-old college student. Like most college students I drink on the weekends. However, unlike most college students IÂ’ve seen alcohol ruin lives. My Dad is an alcoholic and it caused problems in my family for many years. He has been sober now for a year and a half but itÂ’s still a constant battle for him.
Now I know alcoholism runs in family and it certainly seems to run in mine. I never drank in high school because of everything with my Dad. The first time I got drunk was freshmen year in college. Last year, I wasnÂ’t too bad. I didnÂ’t drink very often and didnÂ’t always get drunk. However, in the last few monthsÂ’ things have changed.
I feel like I canÂ’t control how much I drink. I always promise myself that IÂ’m not going to overdo it but I ALWAYS do. Every time I drink, which is Thursday, Friday and Saturday night I black out. Every single time, without fail I wake up and the last chunk of the evening is missing. I wake up the next morning feeling extremely sick and embarrassed once IÂ’m filled in on what I did the night before. A lot of the time I wake up still drunk and am always badly hung over. Sometimes I am even sick for an entire week afterward because of having a rough weekend.
Now I donÂ’t really think I have a problem, like I think I just canÂ’t control myself and am not being responsible rather than having a problem with alcohol. IÂ’m not stupid though and I know it can become a problem. Plus forgetting 45 percent of my weekend is not exactly the best way to live. My friends are getting sick of having to deal with me when IÂ’m drunk (Like I literally get to the point where I canÂ’t walk, am passing out at parties and wonÂ’t listen to anything anyone tells me) and I feel really bad but it just feels like I canÂ’t control myself. ItÂ’s like once I start drinking; I just need to drink more and more. I know I should probably just not drink at all but the truth is I really like to drink, Like sometimes I wonÂ’t drink like I donÂ’t HAVE to drink, I just do so to have some fun but IÂ’m not like addicted. I just have a problem controlling the amount I drink. I just need to find out how to drink responsibly so I don't make the same mistakes as my Dad.
I am a 20-year-old college student. Like most college students I drink on the weekends. However, unlike most college students IÂ’ve seen alcohol ruin lives. My Dad is an alcoholic and it caused problems in my family for many years. He has been sober now for a year and a half but itÂ’s still a constant battle for him.
Now I know alcoholism runs in family and it certainly seems to run in mine. I never drank in high school because of everything with my Dad. The first time I got drunk was freshmen year in college. Last year, I wasnÂ’t too bad. I didnÂ’t drink very often and didnÂ’t always get drunk. However, in the last few monthsÂ’ things have changed.
I feel like I canÂ’t control how much I drink. I always promise myself that IÂ’m not going to overdo it but I ALWAYS do. Every time I drink, which is Thursday, Friday and Saturday night I black out. Every single time, without fail I wake up and the last chunk of the evening is missing. I wake up the next morning feeling extremely sick and embarrassed once IÂ’m filled in on what I did the night before. A lot of the time I wake up still drunk and am always badly hung over. Sometimes I am even sick for an entire week afterward because of having a rough weekend.
Now I donÂ’t really think I have a problem, like I think I just canÂ’t control myself and am not being responsible rather than having a problem with alcohol. IÂ’m not stupid though and I know it can become a problem. Plus forgetting 45 percent of my weekend is not exactly the best way to live. My friends are getting sick of having to deal with me when IÂ’m drunk (Like I literally get to the point where I canÂ’t walk, am passing out at parties and wonÂ’t listen to anything anyone tells me) and I feel really bad but it just feels like I canÂ’t control myself. ItÂ’s like once I start drinking; I just need to drink more and more. I know I should probably just not drink at all but the truth is I really like to drink, Like sometimes I wonÂ’t drink like I donÂ’t HAVE to drink, I just do so to have some fun but IÂ’m not like addicted. I just have a problem controlling the amount I drink. I just need to find out how to drink responsibly so I don't make the same mistakes as my Dad.
Im back!
its been too long!
hello to my old buddies. All is well but today I need a little reinforcement. After a nice chunk of my ad in sobriety, I start to get all worrisome and feeling out of control... that means back to meetings for me.
Hope all are well, talk soon
jeepgirl
hello to my old buddies. All is well but today I need a little reinforcement. After a nice chunk of my ad in sobriety, I start to get all worrisome and feeling out of control... that means back to meetings for me.
Hope all are well, talk soon
jeepgirl
