and it's been a trip returning to the rooms of NA & AA after going 16+ years Clean & Sober then relapsing for the past 10 or so as i sit here today with a mere 79days C&S.....again.
The withdrawls from my longterm abuse of pain-killing opiates (enforced and supported by consuming mass quantities of weed & alcohol) were also long term and horrific in nature...sleep was completely out of the question for the first 4-5 days/nights as I truely was a "Man-On-Fire"...and even as a hobbiest musician of 52 years old I can truely relate to Eminems Recovery lyrics "As you stand there and watch me burn"...as it felt like i had battery acid running through my veins for the first several weeks..extremely weak and in mega pain...as through the first 9 months of my opiate addiction i went from 247lbs down too a low of 168lbs...and looking like the walking dead..then bounced back up to the 180's as i forced myself to eat after getting questioned by my wife one evening after she pointed out that my 12 year old daughter tossed 3-4 scoops of chicken alfredo on her plate and finished it all along with a bisquet or two while dad here got 1 scoop...only ate 1/2 of it and walked away from the dinner table claiming i was full...and that was the only meal i ate that day as many days i didnt eat at all...just drink & drug..then to recover i had to eat kiddy portions several times a day to slowly stretch my severly shrunken stomach back out to normal size where i could consume an adult portion meal..took a lot of supplimental vitamins just to make it through my work day and get to a meeting every night...i'm currently at a touch over 200 after 79 days clean & sober...and now?...
the good shid...."RECOVERY" :bigsmile:
Getting back to the rooms of NA/AA was so, so important...cause for the 2nd time in my life?...i had hit an impasse in life...a bottom...and i entered those "ROOMS" a spiritually broken man who had lost his will to live but didnt have the kahunas to check myself out..as each time at the final moments?..what little was left of my psychotic mind would revert to thinking how tough things would be for my family and how unfair it would be for my (youngest of 3 girls) 12 year old daughter Rachel...making consideration of taking the ultimate cure nothing more than a hellish mental limbo for me...and that insanity ended from the moment I entered the rooms of NA..remembering...and being reminded that there are many others out there just like myself who found the message is hope and the promise is freedom....from addiction..and i had a gut feeling it was still waiting there for me as well if i put into practice the primary priciples of honesty, open-mindedness and willingness.
I almost immediately noticed that the program had "evolved" somwhat from what i had recalled years ago prior to my latest 10 year relapse and heard something new to my ears (in those rooms) vs almost 2 decades ago when i left them..people mentioning that drug addiction IS an O.C.D. based disease...and i was like...whoa...and suddenly?...it all made sense to me...my entire life made sense to me...cause?...it just made sense!..all my life...everything i ever did...wether clean & sober or screwed up as all get out...i did too EXTREMES..
I didnt join the army, navy or airforce...I joined The Marines..
When i first got clean back in the mid '80s...?...i took up archery to fill my time....2 years later?..i was ranked 2nd in the state by the NFAA and being scouted by Bear/Jennings, P.S.E., Hoyt and XI at state level competitions...and if i wasnt at work or a meeting?..i was "at the club archery range"..practing till my fingers blistered...every evening right after work and sometimes all the daylight hours of any given weekend...if i wasnt shooting or tuning a bow?..i was either buying a new one or home making more custom arrows for the one i had.
10years Later?...When i got tired of archery?...I went I.P.S.C. Tactical Shooting Competitions...always bothered me that while i was a "Rifle Expert" in the marines and High Shooter of my platoon (on pre-qual day) at parris island?..i never did very well with that rattle trap of a 1911 .45acp they temporarily issued me...$ucked...had trouble keeping'em in a sack of taters at 25yds...so?..15 years later?..I built my own...and made it nice & tight.. :bigsmile:
that's it up top there...
and did pretty well with it...club champ..even at 3 gun (pistol/rifle/shotgun competitions)...
Be'in a machinist?..I even started gunsmithing "Race Guns" on the side until the obsession wore off..just like with the archery...and then?..it was full circle back to my first love...
"Motorcycles"...in '99...and 1st it was a Kawi ZRX1100R Eddie Lawson RR (cause it was what i remembered).....then a Yami FZ1 (cause word was it was better somehow)...but was either of them good enough for my OCD'in azz?...nope...what did i absolutely just hafta have?...well?..
i'm here ain't i?
I share this because i know i'm not alone...and have come to realize that my OCD based disease has had it's way with me my entire life...the worst of it being when it manifested itself as my disease of drug/alcohol addition...cause even there?..i always had to have the best weed...a full fridge of heiniken in the garage..and on top of the fridge?..grey goose vodka...goldslauger...jager..single barrel rums...and a locking toolbox of coke, crack, mirrors, razorblades, pipes, choreboy and ultimately?..my final destination...and destruction...opiates.
So...while there is no way you can force an active addict/alcoholic to recover (as it's an inside job kinda decision they hafta make for themselves..accepting the fact that some may very well wind up supporting the statistics)...if there is someone you know and care about in your life who is like me..where they will find something they like and obsessively NOT STOP until they are tore up from the floor up and their azz is ripped out the frame?...just casually let them know...they don't hafta die...there is hope..and a way out of the insanity...that is OCD based addiction.
L8R, Bill.
The withdrawls from my longterm abuse of pain-killing opiates (enforced and supported by consuming mass quantities of weed & alcohol) were also long term and horrific in nature...sleep was completely out of the question for the first 4-5 days/nights as I truely was a "Man-On-Fire"...and even as a hobbiest musician of 52 years old I can truely relate to Eminems Recovery lyrics "As you stand there and watch me burn"...as it felt like i had battery acid running through my veins for the first several weeks..extremely weak and in mega pain...as through the first 9 months of my opiate addiction i went from 247lbs down too a low of 168lbs...and looking like the walking dead..then bounced back up to the 180's as i forced myself to eat after getting questioned by my wife one evening after she pointed out that my 12 year old daughter tossed 3-4 scoops of chicken alfredo on her plate and finished it all along with a bisquet or two while dad here got 1 scoop...only ate 1/2 of it and walked away from the dinner table claiming i was full...and that was the only meal i ate that day as many days i didnt eat at all...just drink & drug..then to recover i had to eat kiddy portions several times a day to slowly stretch my severly shrunken stomach back out to normal size where i could consume an adult portion meal..took a lot of supplimental vitamins just to make it through my work day and get to a meeting every night...i'm currently at a touch over 200 after 79 days clean & sober...and now?...
the good shid...."RECOVERY" :bigsmile:
Getting back to the rooms of NA/AA was so, so important...cause for the 2nd time in my life?...i had hit an impasse in life...a bottom...and i entered those "ROOMS" a spiritually broken man who had lost his will to live but didnt have the kahunas to check myself out..as each time at the final moments?..what little was left of my psychotic mind would revert to thinking how tough things would be for my family and how unfair it would be for my (youngest of 3 girls) 12 year old daughter Rachel...making consideration of taking the ultimate cure nothing more than a hellish mental limbo for me...and that insanity ended from the moment I entered the rooms of NA..remembering...and being reminded that there are many others out there just like myself who found the message is hope and the promise is freedom....from addiction..and i had a gut feeling it was still waiting there for me as well if i put into practice the primary priciples of honesty, open-mindedness and willingness.
I almost immediately noticed that the program had "evolved" somwhat from what i had recalled years ago prior to my latest 10 year relapse and heard something new to my ears (in those rooms) vs almost 2 decades ago when i left them..people mentioning that drug addiction IS an O.C.D. based disease...and i was like...whoa...and suddenly?...it all made sense to me...my entire life made sense to me...cause?...it just made sense!..all my life...everything i ever did...wether clean & sober or screwed up as all get out...i did too EXTREMES..
I didnt join the army, navy or airforce...I joined The Marines..
When i first got clean back in the mid '80s...?...i took up archery to fill my time....2 years later?..i was ranked 2nd in the state by the NFAA and being scouted by Bear/Jennings, P.S.E., Hoyt and XI at state level competitions...and if i wasnt at work or a meeting?..i was "at the club archery range"..practing till my fingers blistered...every evening right after work and sometimes all the daylight hours of any given weekend...if i wasnt shooting or tuning a bow?..i was either buying a new one or home making more custom arrows for the one i had.
10years Later?...When i got tired of archery?...I went I.P.S.C. Tactical Shooting Competitions...always bothered me that while i was a "Rifle Expert" in the marines and High Shooter of my platoon (on pre-qual day) at parris island?..i never did very well with that rattle trap of a 1911 .45acp they temporarily issued me...$ucked...had trouble keeping'em in a sack of taters at 25yds...so?..15 years later?..I built my own...and made it nice & tight.. :bigsmile:
that's it up top there...
and did pretty well with it...club champ..even at 3 gun (pistol/rifle/shotgun competitions)...
Be'in a machinist?..I even started gunsmithing "Race Guns" on the side until the obsession wore off..just like with the archery...and then?..it was full circle back to my first love...
"Motorcycles"...in '99...and 1st it was a Kawi ZRX1100R Eddie Lawson RR (cause it was what i remembered).....then a Yami FZ1 (cause word was it was better somehow)...but was either of them good enough for my OCD'in azz?...nope...what did i absolutely just hafta have?...well?..
i'm here ain't i?
I share this because i know i'm not alone...and have come to realize that my OCD based disease has had it's way with me my entire life...the worst of it being when it manifested itself as my disease of drug/alcohol addition...cause even there?..i always had to have the best weed...a full fridge of heiniken in the garage..and on top of the fridge?..grey goose vodka...goldslauger...jager..single barrel rums...and a locking toolbox of coke, crack, mirrors, razorblades, pipes, choreboy and ultimately?..my final destination...and destruction...opiates.
So...while there is no way you can force an active addict/alcoholic to recover (as it's an inside job kinda decision they hafta make for themselves..accepting the fact that some may very well wind up supporting the statistics)...if there is someone you know and care about in your life who is like me..where they will find something they like and obsessively NOT STOP until they are tore up from the floor up and their azz is ripped out the frame?...just casually let them know...they don't hafta die...there is hope..and a way out of the insanity...that is OCD based addiction.
L8R, Bill.
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