When I felt most awful about myself for drinking, I drank to escape the thoughts, perpetuating the seemingly hopeless cycle. Remember this from The Little Prince?:
- In order to forget - replied the drunkard.
- To forget what? - inquired the little prince, who was already feeling sorry for him.
- To forget that I am ashamed - the drunkard confessed, hanging his head.
- Ashamed of what? - asked the little prince who wanted to help him.
- Ashamed of drinking! - concluded the drunkard, withdrawing into total silence.
And the little prince went away, puzzled.
'Grown-ups really are very, very odd', he said to himself as he continued his journey.”
All the best, NS
that is allowing me to listen and to accept others as they are.. this is new to my control-freak self and it feels SO good. Like some of you mentioned recently, not being ashamed of myself, not living in constant conflict with myself, allows me to accept who I am, to be able to look people in the eye, to show my face instead of hiding.. I think you said, NS, that while you were drinking you couldn't accept compliments because you knew you were a fake.. that's how I always felt, too. Like a fake and phony.. scared to death someone would figure me out. Now I can be honest and am learning to stand firmly on my feet. Grounded. That's what I'm most grateful for.
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