Yesterday was a bad day!
I was overwhelmed! It’s not like there is something major going on but an absolute ton of small stuff. More than I am usually dealing with these days. (by design) For the last two weeks, I have averaged 10+ hours a day on the computer between home and work and about 0 hours doing things I like to do, things I need to do. My house is trashed, the beautiful flowers I have been working so hard to maintain, are begging for attention, and I have not taken my dog outside at all.
Worse than that, I have not been meditating, or coloring, any of the things I do to protect myself from the demons that surround me.
When you are an addict in recovery, it’s easy to forget. It’s easy to forget how intricately designed your routines are and why. It’s easy to forget that you are in a daily battle. It’s easy to forget that you ARE an addict in recovery. What an amazing thing to say after such a long battle! Sometimes I forget that I even have this issue. Until days like yesterday….
….when it all comes crashing back. I felt it. I woke up at 4 am, after getting 3 hours of sleep. I had a whole 4.5 hours off the computer and then back to work. Things were not going right. Deadline on a project that was turning into a disaster. System conversion at work that was NOT going well. I could sense it. Time was ticking and nothing was going my way.
Then it whispered: ...are you starting to feel nauseous?
Yes, yes I was. I was definitely starting to feel nauseous, but there was no time! I was scrambling trying to get out of work. Finally on my way, 2 hours later than I planned, I hopped in my car.
And I heard it again: ...a little dizzy maybe, like your stomach hurts?
It did! My stomach was killing me all day because I had not eaten. Then, I saw the box of cookies that I grabbed on my way out the door that morning to have with my coffee. I reached for them…and stopped.
…..yes, do it! you will feel better…all of this will go away and you will feel better….do it!
STOP! I saw the signs. I picked up the phone and called my sister. I cried my eyes out, half because I was overwhelmed and half because I was scared I was about to fail. I made another call and another, just to keep myself occupied. Because in that moment, I knew exactly what would make me feel better.
And it whispered: you are going to vomit….
The feeling of nausea was becoming overwhelming. See that’s the game, because the mind is strong, you can in fact convince yourself that you are feeling sick….when you are not. Because throwing up when you are sick is okay and not a slip into old habits.
I pulled into my driveway and sat in my car, with my eyes closed, counting …1..2..3… I knew if I went inside, I would lose. I got my dog, I walked around outside, breathing, surrounding myself with things that bring peace…counting…30..31..32..33. I finally went inside and laid down on my bed. I was late and I needed to shower. If I just skip the binge and take the purge, that’s okay right? You know, just to get rid of the nausea. Then I will feel better and can get on with my fun night? NO! …75…76…77…78… I closed my eyes and shut the demon out.
I woke up 20 mins later. Silence. My mind was quiet. IT was gone…no nausea, no urge, silence.
Yesterday was a bad day! Or was it?


