Paul Summers Jr.
I’m Paul Summers, your neighborhood addict, alcoholic, overeater, and co-dependent. Good God Man!
Thank you for clicking
on this translation of the Taking Steps 2020 episode from my Be Good To You
Podcast: Step One, admitting we’re
powerless over our vices and that our lives have begun spinning out of control.
If you feel like you are unable to live with or without drugs, booze,
binge-eating, or an unhealthy relationship, keep reading…
“The ultimate weapon
for recovery is the recovering person.”
(Narcotics Anonymous Basic Text
{Fifth Edition Pg. 15})
For this Taking Steps
2020 post, I’m breaking up the monthly topics to coincide with the twelve steps
which began with AA, and are used by NA, Celebrate Recovery, Al-Anon as well as
other rehab and treatment centers. If the program you’re working is influenced
by the twelve steps and wasn’t mentioned, please notify me, I would like to
include it.
I cannot stress enough
the importance of going through each month’s topic starting from January: Step
One. These Taking Steps Episodes are in order for a reason. I know from
experience, that it can be very tempting to jump forward. For example, maybe
you’ve been clean or sober for a little while now and you’re really feeling the
clarity of your actions, so you’d like to make it up to those you’ve harmed.
Please hold on; you’ll need to practice trust and patience. Trust that the
steps are in order for a reason; they are the result of generations of trial
and error and continuous improvement. Have patience in knowing there’s more
internal work you’ll need to do before you move on.
We’re either growing or
molding.
This month’s Topic is
two-fold: Powerlessness
, and Unmanageability
.
Part One: Powerlessness.
The first thing we need
to work on is staying clean. If your story is like mine, you were not a person
of integrity nor accountability when you were loaded. I was so broken by my
years of active using, it was easy for me to identify myself as an addict and
alcoholic. If you have trouble with this admission, I can only suggest that you
try to be open minded. If you don’t believe identifying yourself in this way is
an admission of the truth, and not some variation on denying what is, or how things
could or should be, then keep listening, maybe even try praying before
deciding.
Now, I’m all over
social media. I spend hours researching public opinion. That
glutton-for-punishment side of myself just won’t die-it doesn’t seem to want to
go away! Anyway, I’m seeing the negative comments attached to identifying as an
addict, alcoholic, etc; that it’s demeaning, that it’s a cultish breaking of
spirit. In over a decade of recovery, I haven’t seen any evidence of that being
the case. I’ve never seen anyone harmed by admitting they suspect something
about their life is unhealthy.
Ask yourself this,
“Could you ever control your using for any length of time?” I couldn’t. I tried
many times and in many ways. This happens at varying degrees for each individual.
I’ve tried using different combinations of drugs, different drugs, and devoted
abstinence from one (which was booze) by substitution of another (pain pills).
I stopped drinking for ten years while my opioid and stimulant abuse spiraled
out of control.
Here’s another example:
You might be able to go a month having just one line before work. Then, one
weekend, you go apeshit and burn through two 8-balls and miss work Monday, then
Tuesday you're back to one line. This could be your reality for years. Then it
changes. That’s when you know. Your ability to control the vice is waning,
fast. And it is progressive. I’ll get into why you might have the disease of
addiction, and help you with a clear understanding of what that means, in a
different podcast.
Powerlessness is using
against our will. It’s acknowledging the endless thoughts related to using,
getting more, and never running out of drugs. It’s also the compulsive impulse
to continue using, no matter what happens.
There is a part of you
who really wants to stop. This part of you is clawing its way up through the
denial, justification and rationalization of unhealthy thoughts and behaviors.
If those aspects win, you’ll end up either on the streets, in prison, leaching
the lifeblood out of someone who loves you, or you will die. I can’t describe
your options any more truthfully than that.
Have you tried quitting
and could not? Have you tried doctors, treatment programs, religion, moving,
changing jobs, getting into crazy relationships, or being intentionally alone?
Me too. No instant fix all my complex thoughts could think of could permanently
hold back my obsession to get loaded again. It always resurfaced.
When I ran out of ways
to trick myself that I didn’t have a problem. When the truth became undeniable
that I could not overcome my own unhealthy compulsions, I again asked for
help—this time, however, I opened up to receive it, to allow it, to give it a
chance. I surrendered my destructive will for a willingness to listen to people
who were getting and staying clean.
The message of recovery
is a pain in the ass sometimes. But since we can’t save our face and our ass at
the same time, we’re better off allowing ourselves to give it some thought.
Looking good on the outside is not going to save your life.
Part Two: Unmanageability.
When I ran out of ways to trick myself that I didn’t have a problem. When the truth became undeniable that I could not overcome my own unhealthy compulsions, I again asked for help—this time, however, I opened up to receive it, to allow it, to give it a chance. I surrendered my destructive will for a willingness to listen to people who were getting and staying clean.
Indulging in my vices,
I concluded, would always lead me back to physical, mental, and spiritual pain.
And no matter how much I isolated myself to protect those who loved me, no
matter how cruelly I severed my ties, I still hurt people when I partook of
those vices. It’s what we as addicts, alcoholics, overeaters, and co-dependents
do. It’s one thing we have in common. We end up in a place where our lying to
ourselves has to stop if we’re ever hoping to get well.
The lies are what led us to believe we were doing okay, when in reality, our lives had become unmanageable. I remember thinking this way when I ran out of dope: If I could just take one more hit, I could shut off my craving’s-infected brain long enough to figure out how to abstain – for good this time.
Then, after I got that ‘one more hit,’ which was usually more than one – just in case, my brain would tell me to go ahead and finish off the last of this most recent score, THEN I will stop.
In fact, I often
obsessed on getting clean immediately after I took that hit! What was really
going on was that I found a way to beat myself up for doing what I wanted, and
for not doing what I wanted. Eventually that feeling of self-loathing, coupled
with a lack of worthiness, brought me to a hopeless place where I didn’t give a
shit anymore. Fuck it.
If you don’t think your
life is unmanageable, ask someone who loves you. They may not tell you in the
kindest terms. They may tell you in a way that ‘makes’ you want to go get
loaded. If that’s not enough proof, go to a meeting of people who have
reclaimed their lives from their destructive vices, and listen. If you don’t
identify with anything they are saying, try somewhere else. Please don’t allow
your wandering mind to get caught up in crap that has nothing to do with your
recovery. It will want to.
It will want to tell you you are different.
It will want to tell you you are not that bad off.
It will want to tell you you can’t do this; you can’t have what these recovering people have.
It won’t tell you that
you’ll need to completely change how you think or you’ll likely go back to
using.
It won’t tell you you’re destroying a beautiful being.
It won’t tell you You may have to wait until you can no longer stand how you go about life.
Not until something drastic compels you to admit to the unmanageability which plagues you—
Not until then are you able to see how drugs have been unwillingly given the power to change you into someone you didn’t ever want to be.
Hey. We need each
other.
I don’t know of anyone,
successful or otherwise, who has mastered the ability to manage their life
completely alone. So what makes us believe we can when we’ve totally isolated
ourselves from family, relationships, employment, and social interaction? We
need to be connected to be able to know ourselves more deeply and clearly.
By opening our mouth’s,
we are fed. This long-overdue admission of being sick and tired of being sick
and tired sets us headed in a new direction. We may come to find a Power
greater than ourselves has been there with us all along. We may have heard or
witnessed glimpses of a kinder, loving, presence which saved us from certain
demise. You are loved. Even those who have died of our vices were loved.
I hope this helps you.
I live for interaction
and connection.
Remember, Be Good To
You.