Recently I had the opportunity to speak to a group of Normies about the 12 Steps. The phrase “12-Step Program” is so ingrained in our culture now, but beyond the phrase itself, therein lies a mystery. Many people don’t realize that there really are 12 Steps and that they are a step-by-step process for self-awareness, self-discovery, and self-improvement. Many may not know that each step is affiliated with a universal principle.
They say you should remember your last drink, but I was a messy, blackout, bottle-slugging drunk, so ‘drinks’ were just formalities – things I had in public when trying to convince you that I could drink like a gentlewoman. What I (constantly) did in my own time involved a steady flow of liquor where ‘drinks’ were kind of undefinable. So I don’t remember my last drink. But, as long as I live, I’ll never forget those liquor counters.
If I ever doubted that the promises are real and do come true, the events of this week would make a believer out of me. Ten years ago, none of this would have been possible. Nor would my perception be acute enough to appreciate the exquisite nature of divine wisdom.
Sobriety is wonderful. Books are wonderful. So it stands to reason that sobriety books are uber-wonderful! Earlier this week, we published Volume III of my Kindle series, Think Right Into Limitless Sobriety, which is available for FREE on Amazon through Saturday. Today, we are also re-posting a list of memoirs by sober women curated from the blog at Anaheim Lighthouse.
Turn up the volume. Today, something a little different! To those who have been following along – thank you so much, and please take a brief minute to watch this short video clip that introduces my brand-new Kindle book, Think Right Into Limitless Sobriety Volume III, which is now available on Amazon – and it’s FREE through Saturday!
When I first stopped drinking, I was unaware that it could be possible to enjoy things without alcohol or drugs. The alcohol was the centerpiece of any event I attended, and procuring it or making sure it was available was the first order of business. How wonderful to know that my full sensory enjoyment of simple things has magnified so much more than anything I thought was fun in my blurry, boozy haze of pseudo fun.
Having a problem with alcohol doesn’t always mean that your life crumbles into nothingness. It can look incredibly high functioning too. It can paint its nails and piece together super fun outfits, get a promotion or be a busy mom driving her kids to a plethora of after school activities. Alcohol can be all those things and still be an issue.
As I look back to those days when alcohol worked its magic, I can see how it was my go-to stress reliever. I didn’t look within for the source of my stress. That would have violated my personal creed: Only the unexamined life is worth living. All I knew was alcohol rounded the edges of my stress and allowed me to stuff it away. What I failed to understand was this avoidance pattern only intensified my stress and anxiety. What I resisted persisted. So the cycle would begin again after the next day of work. On and on. Finally, I couldn’t drink enough to silence the strident voices of my stress.