Collection of journal entries from my time at Rosecrance in May-June 2017.
See part 1 here.
May 13, 2017
Well, it’s been exactly a year since I was admitted to Gateway [note: Gateway was the first in-patient treatment center I went to in May 2016]. But this time is different because I know more than I did last year… about myself, about addiction, about what I need to do after treatment. About what I need to do during treatment. The women here are different. I tried to sit down w/a different group of people this morning, but it was much of the same… talking about old times of alcohol and drug use. Or about what they wish they would’ve tried when they were still using… like sniffing alcohol out of a meth-like pipe. I just don’t want to participate in that kind of conversation anymore. I want to keep an open mind and not fill it w/new ideas or memories of who I used to be. I want to shelve away the memories of who I used to be like an old book. But, I can’t forget it either because then I’m bound to make the same mistakes.
I must be kind to myself today and be mindful that I’m here, right now, to learn & grow into the person I want to be. I cannot & will NOT beat myself up over past decisions made under the influence because those decisions were made by a different person. My goal is honesty — w/myself, counselors, and doctors, and the other girls. Many of these girls in are in treatment for the first time and I see them making the same mistakes I did. I guess I’ll just have to take it as a reminder that I know more now than I did before and I will not make the same mistakes.
*I am lucky to have my life today and I must learn how to love myself again*
PM:
Today was a relief. It was a good day to be alive, awake, and well. It’s getting late and it’s been a long day since I didn’t sleep well last night, so I’ll just go through the highlights of the day.
- Art class: painted a card that turned out like shit but it was still nice to paint
- 12-step meeting: B picked a story from the Big Book about being a grateful recovering alcoholic. It was called A Late Start & I could relate to almost everything in the story. I’ll need to reread this story as a reminder of the effects/outcomes of my disease if I do this right this time.
- Everyone (not everyone…) had family visits today, but my parents are out of town & I don’t know what the rest of my family knows, so I had downtime. It was tough, made me think about what jail might be like, but I got through it. I just had to try to keep my thoughts at bay and be kind to myself. Hopefully, my parents will come visit me next weekend and bring me some things I need and go to family counseling.
- Being outside. It was good for my soul. It was gorgeous out, beautiful.
- Process group. Everyone opened up tonight and it made me feel even more comfortable around everyone. I can’t believe how much better I feel only 24 hours after coming to the women’s unit.
- DRA: Dual Recovery Anonymous. Great meeting. BIG meeting. I want to write more about it later.
- PM Community: Had to say goodbye to B. She’s one of the nicest, most sincere people I’ve ever met. She’s also 25, has been to inpatient for alcohol 3 times, and is an inspiration to me and the rest of the women here.
- Side note… the night counselor, R, is awesome and such a refreshing woman to be around. I’d love to keep in touch w/her after. She talked about the power of women supporting women & I forget that if I don’t make good friends with myself and get to know me… I can’t have other female friends and I’m going to have female friends in recovery.
At the end of the day, out for a smoke break, I just felt a wave of optimism about the future. Yes, I’m going to face a lot of trouble, but I will get through it, and I don’t have to drink over it.
Today, I love myself and I have people who love me and believe in me. I can do this. I WILL do this.
Honesty, mindfulness, kindness to myself and others, humility, remaining teachable — my disease does not define me.
Mindfulness walk May 14, 2017
The sky was beautiful blue with big puffy white clouds gently floating across the sky. The trees were fully in bloom w/all shades of green and the grass smelled sweet.
Mindfulness walks can help my recovery because it makes me focus on the here and now. It makes me focus on my sight, smell, sound, touch, and taste. It takes me out of the future & the past and brings me to the present.
Unfortunately today, my mindfulness walk was rudely interrupted by thoughts of how it would be refreshing to have an ice cold alcoholic beverage on a day like today. Then I got upset with myself for allowing such thoughts to taint a gorgeous day to be alive. I almost cried (again) out of frustration with myself because I so badly want to be happy and just LIVING for today. I thought of my parents up north, traveling to a beachy destination, being on my own again, jail, and wondered how I will do this without a drink. Then I thought to myself I just need to do the next right thing by staying here and finding sober living and committing to the program seriously. It was difficult to see J leave detox and not get distracted by my thoughts of my car in the parking lot and how easy it would be to just leave. I want my parents to come take my car so it’s not so easy.
One second, hour, day at a time.
[side note: J was a young man that I was in detox with. He was a wild child. He left detox and came back to Rosecrance 4 times in the month that I was there. On this particular day, I watched him walk out of the doors of detox, and get into a car, and drive off the property. Within 24 hours, he was back at detox. I later learned it was his 21st birthday and he wanted out to party, again.]
May 14, 2017
This AM I am feeling very hopeful and determined. It kind of scares me that I’m feeling so good only 2 days in… I don’t want to lose this feeling. I am getting cravings. But, 2 things: 1. I’m hoping to see the psych soon and get Naltrexone again and 2. I keep reminding myself what it was like to wake up in the hospital next to the cop, having no idea what happened, but knowing something really bad had happened. And then the awful detox with nothing but a few magazines and cinderblock walls w/people who were complete zombies. OMG it was fucking awful. Being completely clueless as to what I had done. I can’t forget that — I can’t forget what it was like this time because I never want to go back to that place, that feeling of complete cluelessness but knowing something terrible happened.
Anyway, it’s Mother’s Day and I feel bad that I’m not with my Mom today… but hopefully, this is the last Mother’s Day that I will be away from my family getting treatment. This time next year, I will have a few days over a year sober. I have to keep doing the next right thing and I will get there.
Today, I have to love myself, be kind to myself, and forgive myself for past transgressions. The person who made those mistakes was a past Judith, and I don’t even want to call her Judith — because she wasn’t the sweet, genuine, honest and caring Judith that everyone knows from the past. She’s in there, I just have to find her. I am lucky to have my life today.
2:15PM: We just got back from a walk and it was supposed to be a mindfulness walk [see above]. I struggled. When we first got out there I saw J, the guy I was in detox with, leave. It reminded me of how easy it would be to leave because my car is here. Even though I’m pretty sure my license is suspended/revoked, part of me doesn’t give a shit. Doesn’t give a shit about my license, my relationship with my parents, my sobriety, etc. But I HAVE to care. I must get better. I am frustrated with my sick, addict mind that tempts me like that. When I get thoughts like that I just wish I could shake the thought to walking, reading, talking, something. So I’m trying to journal my thoughts out of my head. I have to stop beating myself up and be kind to myself. I’ve made mistakes, but they do not define me. Everything happens for a reason. There’s a reason we’re all here, together (even M) to teach each other lessons.
3:15PM: Thought — when I drink, I break out in IVs, hospital gowns, and handcuffs.
PM: Today was up and down and up and down. It started out really good and my thoughts just kept racing. I can’t stop thinking about what life might end up like in jail. Shit food, no meds, no going outside, maybe TV/books, just sitting in a cell w/my thoughts. I made a huge mistake that could’ve taken someone else’s life, let alone my own life, and the guilt I feel is so immense it’s driving me crazy. I don’t even know if I DO get into a sober living environment, if I’ll just end up having to leave to go to jail. I’m driving myself crazy about it.
But, I didn’t kill anyone and I’m not dead. Even if I do go to jail, there’s still life after. It’s not prison, it’s not a life sentence. It may or may not be 3 months or 6 months. I’ll be sober at least. There will be life after jail. And I can’t make the same mistake a THIRD time. It may just be the time I kill myself or someone else.
I think the experiential group, then the 2.5 hours of downtime while everyone had visitors, and sitting around for a while really got to my head today. I felt almost manic this morning, then so all over the place by afternoon. I need to be easier on myself. It’s only day 3 in the women’s unit. And it hasn’t even been a week since I’ve been sober. This takes time. I know that.
I’m not going to spend much more time writing and instead going to focus on getting better. And staying positive. My consequences are my consequences — what happens, happens — but I don’t have to drink over it.
I love myself and forgive myself for past decisions I made under the influence. I do not have to be that person anymore. In a short while, w/a lot of hard work, mindfulness, and positivity, I will have my life back and I will be happy, healthy, and alive.
I remember when I made the realization that there will be life after jail, and it was mind-blowing. I was so caught up in fear and worry about the consequences of my actions, that I didn’t stop to think about what life would be like after. On a daily basis, I would remind myself that there was life after, and I had to get through that, sober, too. Once I made the realization that there was life after jail, I felt a little less like doomsday was near, I could see a very teeeeeeeny tiny light at the end of the tunnel. It was the first realization in days that actually made me feel good, instead of realizing the horror and havoc I caused in the previous 6 months.
My emotions at this time were totally overwhelming, I didn’t know what to do with all my thoughts and feelings. I could barely talk to my parents at this time. I would hear their voices and immediately, IMMEDIATELY, start bawling. I would go to talk to counselors and I would get a few words out and then have an anxiety attack, hyperventilate, and cry my eyes out. I was so raw. I wasn’t numb to everything for the first time in 6 months, and it was roaring back to me like a tsunami. I am grateful I was in a safe place to deal with all of this and make some important realizations, while putting life on hold, for a month. I needed the respite, I needed the bomb-like shelter that inpatient treatment is. I needed every emotion, tear, laugh, and person in that place, and I tried to soak it all in as best I could.
It’s inspiring to read sentences like “This time next year, I will have a few days over a year sober. I have to keep doing the next right thing and I will get there.” The mantra ‘just do the next right thing’ is STILL my saving grace. When I feel like I’m losing it and the world is throwing all sorts of shit in my direction, I resort to thinking ‘just do the next right thing’ and usually good things follow. It IS almost ‘this time next year’… I am so close I can taste it and feel it, and I want it so bad I am going to do whatever it takes to get there AND spend the first Mother’s Day with my mom in 2 years.
Collection of screenshots in recent days:
Thanks for reading!
Sincerely,
Judith