post amended 1/2/06 to reflect recent changes:
Hey guys, was on another thread and thought it might be nice to have a little "meeting place" -- let's try not to quibble about the "right" way to recover, just celebrated 20 years sobriety with SEVERE mental health issues recently, but doing great, see update!
Curious to re-juvenate some of these good threads, please fill out the survey, no one will know who you are! xo
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------etc. Here's a little excerpt from what I'd written:
..."It ain't about bad people getting good, it's about sick people getting WELL, and even AA suggests that if one needs "outside" help he/she shouldn't hesitate.
The God thing (again, LOL!) -- some recommend using GOD as an acronym - G.O.D. being "Group Of Drunks" or "Good Orderly Direction"
For me personally, it's ALL good.
There's two ways to look at what happens. A person finds him/herself hitting bottom (this of course doesn't apply to those who make a counting error) and his/her disease, or pain, convinces him that he has a problem. That isn't a bad thing, that's a GOOD thing! It means the only way you can go is UP -- it usually takes a crisis (even if it IS the BON sitting on someone) to convince someone they need help -- God knows, if they are still enjoying it, and it causes no pain, who's gonna want to stop?
The way I personally looked at it, in hindsight of course (for I wasn't too happy when I was forced to stop drinking and drugging) was that God had paved the way, throughout my life, for my life to change. No, I didn't believe in God at first, but it became clear after the fog lifted that He had something to do with what was happening to me. Anyway, stuff that happened to me in childhood, as a young adult, every drink, every drug, my suicide attempt, ALL of these worked in tandem to bring me to a point where I was on my knees (literally, as in "kneeling before the porcelain God, the White Throne", and spiritually -- admitting that my life was a mess and that I couldn't manage it on my own any longer). Every one of those things that happened were necessary! to enable me to finally look at who I was and why I was "here".
So again, hitting bottom was a GOOD thing -- and now 18 years later I have had a child, gotten back into nursing, mended long-gone family relationships, experienced what "love" is (haven't gotten the final answer on THAT one yet, LOL!), become the writer I always dreamed of becoming, and most important, found a God of my OWN understanding "who loves me just the way I am, and loves me too much to leave me that way" (that's a Max Lucado paraphrase BTW).
...Good luck and God (or HP
) bless to you all!