A Story of Recovery:

No Escape Plan


About six-and-a-half years into recovery, I started dating a man who turned out to be an alcoholic and had panic attacks at night. Unfortunately I got caught up in trying to be his mentor and help fix his problems. This took me away from looking at myself.

The very thing I should have been looking at was the fact that I stopped taking care of my own needs, staying up too late and engaging in the emotional drama of his world. I became overtired and stressed and eventually made a mistake making my dinner one night. Another time, I went to a party and didn’t make any plan for my meal. I had clearly broken my abstinence.

What did I do? Thank you God, I realized the severity of how I was hurting myself. This man was not good for me in many ways. I took quiet time and wrote about it. I broke it off.

Upon reflection, I saw that I have a tendency to want to focus on others and forget myself. It is a pattern that started at a young age, living in an alcoholic home with a family member who was unhappy. I was always trying to be something special, but hardly got any approval for my efforts. Instead, more was demanded of me. I was what some psychologists call “codependent.” This, coupled with my own disease of bulimia, other addictions, and tons of fear and insecurity, led to my becoming a desperate, suicidal person before coming to FA.

Slowly but surely, I am improving my relationships. I did not make a perfect turnaround after that breakup. It has taken me years to learn how to identify and communicate my needs and desires. I have discovered that it is easy for me to perceive situations as I want to see them instead of how they really are. It takes a decision to let go of my fear and pride to ask my sponsor and fellows in recovery to help shine a light on each and every relationship, whether it is in a friendship, a work or career situation, or in an intimate relationship. I’ve learned that with God’s help and the Twelve Steps, I can have the courage to wait, or speak up, or face an action that’s scary or new.

Through the years, I have experienced being fired from a career teaching position, lived through unemployment, and tried other fields of work. Eventually I returned to teaching, with new resolve. I have been married, separated, and divorced. I have lived through renting out a part of my home to tenants of all sorts, some with mental health issues, who seriously tested me spiritually.

I dated again one year after my divorce, but saw I was much too needy, so I waited to do a new AWOL (studying the Twelve Steps), and committed to work on my recovery and stay single until after I finished the ninth step.

I still can balk and can get lazy and complacent! It is not easy for this addict to be in the world without drugs and a means of escape. When I get lazy, I must get honest. Then when my sponsor, someone else, or God tells me what I should do (that I likely have never done before), I must talk myself through it by saying: Well, why not just try it. It seems to works for others who I have seen get better because of doing it. If it doesn’t work, then I can always try something different later. Walking with God and this sort of “experimental” attitude has helped me lighten up and trust enough to carry me, one day at a time, to the other side of new behaviors and endeavors.

Today life is still new and challenging, but is it getting better. God found me a job at a private school, where I am teaching a new curriculum that I love. After three years, the program is now going to expand, and the president has me managing many of the initiatives. I am constantly learning technical and communication skills. My life is fuller than ever with travel, social, and sports activities (co-ed soccer and road biking), and relationships. Certain family member relations and special friendships are deeper and are more meaningful than ever.

Two weeks after I completed my non-dating commitment, I met a wonderful man who does not have the kind of issues that the old me would want to “fix.” Instead, he and I share a love that is constantly growing. We talk like adults through the tests of our relationship. We recently became engaged after dating for over a year and have been living together for approximately four months. I am 46 and he is 41. We both had a pretty good idea of what we wanted after so many past learning experiences. We also bought a beautiful home and plan to be married after another year. I am truly having fun and growing at the same time.

There are many times when I forget to ask God for help. But when I do not eat and put my recovery first as well as I can, all things do pass. Thank you God, everything seems to work out exactly the way it is supposed to. I have learned to look for the lessons in every challenge. Even this wonderful time will pass and there will be more that life will bring. As long as I have FA and God, I will grow. I am not full of food and temporary highs and escapes anymore. I am much fuller—of deeply grounding peace and gratitude.

 

This story was originally published in the Connection Magazine. Subscribe to the Connection Magazine for more stories of recovery. Or submit your own story of recovery.