Finally admitting out loud that I was an alcoholic was the first step in the…
When I finally verbalized what I had been thinking for awhile, that I couldn’t control my drinking, it was easier to ask for help. Help sort of “found me”. I hear that often from people in AA⏤when they were finally ready (aka in enough pain), “help” seemed to fall into their path. Of course, I have come to realize that isn’t coincidental ;-).
That step is the beginning of a journey. A journey that would seem utterly impossible and daunting at the start. There is one thing you must pack for this journey – it’s a non-negotiable. I don’t care what else you have in your “suitcase”, you need to pack willingness.
Without that, you may as well go home and go back to what you have been doing. When I felt like I wanted to pack it up and go home, go back to my old ways and what was comfortable, I forced myself to remember something:
I was the one that had driven my life into a ditch.
I was the one living in chaos, deceit, anxiety, emptiness and addiction…..
Obviously, I didn’t know what I was doing so I should keep my mouth shut, listen and try someone else’s way.
Maybe, just maybe, they might have a better way. (spoiler alert: THEY DID!)
Watch below to find out how I got help once I admitted to having a problem.