Although my Holidays were good I honestly gave no thought to my recovery. Didnt even cross my mind until a couple days ago.
Here is a quick chapter in "The Story Of Tammy", which is, of course, a living document.....
Three Christmas parties, Christmas shopping. socializing. Having to get dressed up and be happy. The responsibility of making everything perfect for my son and mom so I dont somehow deprive them of all the joy holidays should bring. FINDING joy in my sons as always. Wanting to hide from the rest of it all.
You see, for some reason having people around me for extended periods of time is overwhelming for me. A bit like sensory overload. All I want to do is bury myself under the covers.
OK, Im great now and despite the unhealthy habits I have retreated to, I did have a great holiday. I am so blessed by my family and friends. Surprisingly I have had moments of ACTUAL happiness and excitement for the future. I havent felt that for YEARS. And guess what? I wasnt drinking or eating or cuddled up in bed during these epiphanies.
Could this be a new chapter?
Heres the rub, if I had been PRACTICING my recovery these last days, how much more happines and excitement would I have felt?
I'm gonna keep that one close to my heart!