A little over 28 years ago I looked in the mirror and discovered I didn’t know who that person was looking back at me. After my father’s death I felt angry and adrift. The things that had sustained me in the past no longer seemed sufficient. It became easier and easier for me to self-medicate using alcohol.
Over time my world became smaller and smaller until I had firmly isolated myself from anyone who might call me out on my self destructive behavior. The decline was so gradual no one noticed, not even myself. Until one day I was face to face with the realization of my situation. That moment was my gift.
They say as your drinking progresses you lose certain things you once held dear, and that was certainly was true for me. And now here I was, newly sober, looking in the mirror at the total stranger I had become to myself. It was the weirdest feeling of disassociation. I had to find a way to reconnect. To get back in touch with my self.
So I did something that on one hand seemed childish and on the other ridiculous . . . I pulled together pictures I had of myself, placed them in chronological order, organized them into a small photo album, and everyday for next several months I flipped through that album taking the time to look deeply at each picture. And everyday, little by little, I began to feel less disconnected.
I can’t say exactly when it happened, but eventually that feeling went away. I was able to feel like I was myself again; that I knew what believed in, how I felt about my life, and what was really important to me. I guess you could say I got my spirit back.
That experience and all the wonderful things that have happened since is what informs my thinking, defines how I care about people, and speaks through my writing. I wouldn’t trade that for anything. It’s made me who I am today.
Sometimes we find ourselves in straights we never thought we’d be. Sometimes our choices down right stink. Sometimes we forget who we are because we don’t feel worthy. We don’t want to feel our feelings. We abandon ourselves to devices we think will make life more tolerable. We hide and we dodge and we tiptoe around and ignore our emotions, and we become strangers to ourselves.
But life is worth so much more than that. You are worth so much more than that. I can tell you from my own experience it’s worth the struggle. It’s worth living life on life’s terms. When we embrace life regardless of the challenges we become who we were meant to be. Every experience, every trial, every tribulation, every joy, every emotional upset, every tender moment, every success, and every tearful confession of weakness defines us. And I, for one, never want to lose touch with that again.