Healing is a bitch.
Especially when the wound was deep. Just when you think youÂ’re over itÂ… wham!... you move wrong or bump it. Dammit. YouÂ’re reminded that because it was deep itÂ’ll be a part of you forever.
At 568 today, IÂ’ve been cruising for a while and itÂ’s been nice. IÂ’ve stepped way back from posting and just being here in general. I needed to unplug a bit because I jumped all inÂ… I mean, ALL in when I quit. Logged my 10, 400th post the other day. SoÂ… it was time to do some more front porch quitting. Just enjoying the view.
It was also time to tackle a hurdle IÂ’ve put off since the beginning of my quit.
This is going to sound ridiculous but I think youÂ’ll all know where IÂ’m coming from. Some of the things we did while we dipped became, in our minds, impossible to fathom doing without dip. Mowing the lawn, working on cars, driving, video games, readingÂ… the list goes on. Me?... I love to read. I meanÂ… Love. To. Read. Usually 2 to 4 books a week.
HavenÂ’t touched a book since last April.
See, I haven’t read a book without a dip in since I was 17… I’m 44 now. Like all of us, I tainted something awesome with my addiction. I tried a few times over the last year to sit down and read but, man, I got geeky. Couldn’t sit still. Needed a snack. Had to pee. Whatever. It was a kind of PTSD. My addict brain whispering, “Remember this was sooooo much better with a dip in? So much more relaxing and enjoyable”. So… I let it go. I haven’t been ready to tackle it yet. At some point I tied the enjoyment too close to my addiction. Stupid huh? I almost hate writing this because it’s sooo lame but… it is what it is. Getting it out will help me remember.
This week?... time to be done. Bought myself 4 new books. Devoured one in a day and a half and plowing through number 2. Why Did I let it go for so long? Dunno. Addicts arenÂ’t rational folk sometimes. I guess IÂ’ll be dealing with the fallout of 25 years of stupidity for some time yet. ButÂ… thatÂ’s why IÂ’m here. One day at a time... Healing.