So, I woke up at 4pm and struggled for 3 hours until the meeting started. I raised my hand lettin' folks know I had 24 hours or less of being clean and sat through the meeting. It was tolerable.
After the meeting... fuck, man...
I was talking to a girl, Donna who has 19 years clean and my sponsor, Henry (who just celebrated 19 years yesterday). Honesty is important to me in affairs of stuff like this (when Im tryna get high, honesty isn't on the list). I let them know that I am unsure of my commitment and was kinda afraid.
They spoke to me like they had timewarped back to the days when they were using and then came back. They remembered this 'lifestyle' real well.
Donna said, 'So what's your plan for tomorrow? How ya gonna get through?'. I didn't have one and she helped me come up with a simple plan of calling a coupla folks tomorrow to stay on track. I gave Henry a hug and told him I would call him tomorrow.
Donna stepped right the fuck up and said 'So, where ya headed off to? What are you going to do?' I didn't have an answer. 'Home' was what I said but she knew what that meant.
'Why you rushing off to nothing when there are about 15 people here chatting it up? You're running off to be by yourself. The longer you sit with yourself the more time you'll have to come up with some ridiculous caper to get high.' She was right.
So, we kept talking and Henry pointed out that its a miracle that I was at a meeting. This means that I WANT to get clean and that I am asking for help. I am indeed asking for help but...
I started shifting around and playing with my water bottle. Donna tapped Henry on the shoulder and said 'See how he's shifting around? That obsession is comin' back.'
She looked at me and said, 'Maybe you need treatment?'
'I've been thinking about it and think it might be necessary'
Donna looked at Henry and asked 'Can you drive him to the facility tonight?'
TONIGHT?!?!!?!? Now I'm scared.
Donna tapped a button on her phone and asked if there were any beds available tonight and I wanted to run.
I came up with some excuses but we all know what our excuses add up to, just a bunch of nonsense to avoid responsibility.
We kept talking and the sincere care, the 'no fucking around with this' attitude and the FEELING I got from these two people.
Everything they said made perfect sense and it all applied to me but, NOW?
'What are you thinkin' about right now' Henry asked.
'Two forties of malt liquor' was how I replied. 'I don't want to seem ungrateful, guys, I am overwhelmed with the fact that you are taking time from your in-progress lives and trying to help me, but tonight? I have paraphernalia laying at my spot in the open and I CANNOT have my mom coming to my place to see that.'
'Not good enough. You call one of us when your in there and we'll swing by and get that shit gone for you.' (Donna don't fuck around it seems)
'This is an OPPORTUNITY for you man! You have two people here that want to help you, take it man. I can tell you, you keep doing what you're doing and we may never see you again. You don't have to live like this anymore. You're asking for help, right? Please take it, you may never get another chance' Henry added
I told them that I would do it tomorrow and was able to leave filled with guilt that I was being ungrateful. Feeling like pride was fucking with me again.
They knew what I was going to do...
On my way to the store to get my cheap alcohol, i called someone I respect for their opinion. I am in agreement with everyone tonight but I simply can't go to rehab tonight.
When getting high, its all about 'Now'.
Tonight, 'Now' scared the shit out of me.
So, what am I gonna do? I'm going to honor my word and respect that folks care about me and are WILLING to help (even when I only want it in a half-assed manner)
Tomorrow, I'm gonna clean the apartment and take the steps to do this. Treatment again is what I need to do.
I do believe NA can help me stay clean but I do not believe NA can get me clean.
I feel ungrateful. I feel like a loser.
I'll get to the right spot soon enough... just not 'Now'
After the meeting... fuck, man...
I was talking to a girl, Donna who has 19 years clean and my sponsor, Henry (who just celebrated 19 years yesterday). Honesty is important to me in affairs of stuff like this (when Im tryna get high, honesty isn't on the list). I let them know that I am unsure of my commitment and was kinda afraid.
They spoke to me like they had timewarped back to the days when they were using and then came back. They remembered this 'lifestyle' real well.
Donna said, 'So what's your plan for tomorrow? How ya gonna get through?'. I didn't have one and she helped me come up with a simple plan of calling a coupla folks tomorrow to stay on track. I gave Henry a hug and told him I would call him tomorrow.
Donna stepped right the fuck up and said 'So, where ya headed off to? What are you going to do?' I didn't have an answer. 'Home' was what I said but she knew what that meant.
'Why you rushing off to nothing when there are about 15 people here chatting it up? You're running off to be by yourself. The longer you sit with yourself the more time you'll have to come up with some ridiculous caper to get high.' She was right.
So, we kept talking and Henry pointed out that its a miracle that I was at a meeting. This means that I WANT to get clean and that I am asking for help. I am indeed asking for help but...
I started shifting around and playing with my water bottle. Donna tapped Henry on the shoulder and said 'See how he's shifting around? That obsession is comin' back.'
She looked at me and said, 'Maybe you need treatment?'
'I've been thinking about it and think it might be necessary'
Donna looked at Henry and asked 'Can you drive him to the facility tonight?'
TONIGHT?!?!!?!? Now I'm scared.
Donna tapped a button on her phone and asked if there were any beds available tonight and I wanted to run.
I came up with some excuses but we all know what our excuses add up to, just a bunch of nonsense to avoid responsibility.
We kept talking and the sincere care, the 'no fucking around with this' attitude and the FEELING I got from these two people.
Everything they said made perfect sense and it all applied to me but, NOW?
'What are you thinkin' about right now' Henry asked.
'Two forties of malt liquor' was how I replied. 'I don't want to seem ungrateful, guys, I am overwhelmed with the fact that you are taking time from your in-progress lives and trying to help me, but tonight? I have paraphernalia laying at my spot in the open and I CANNOT have my mom coming to my place to see that.'
'Not good enough. You call one of us when your in there and we'll swing by and get that shit gone for you.' (Donna don't fuck around it seems)
'This is an OPPORTUNITY for you man! You have two people here that want to help you, take it man. I can tell you, you keep doing what you're doing and we may never see you again. You don't have to live like this anymore. You're asking for help, right? Please take it, you may never get another chance' Henry added
I told them that I would do it tomorrow and was able to leave filled with guilt that I was being ungrateful. Feeling like pride was fucking with me again.
They knew what I was going to do...
On my way to the store to get my cheap alcohol, i called someone I respect for their opinion. I am in agreement with everyone tonight but I simply can't go to rehab tonight.
When getting high, its all about 'Now'.
Tonight, 'Now' scared the shit out of me.
So, what am I gonna do? I'm going to honor my word and respect that folks care about me and are WILLING to help (even when I only want it in a half-assed manner)
Tomorrow, I'm gonna clean the apartment and take the steps to do this. Treatment again is what I need to do.
I do believe NA can help me stay clean but I do not believe NA can get me clean.
I feel ungrateful. I feel like a loser.
I'll get to the right spot soon enough... just not 'Now'

