Like Neo in the Matrix, getting sober gives you extreme awareness of what to avoid; see the bullet, bend your body and mind to evade its penetration into your brain or heart. Many times I’ve abstained from alcohol, but alas abstinance makes the heart grow fonder some said. My desire to drink would come back stronger and hungrier. You can’t feed that beast for too long without it tearing you limb from limb in the process. It will consume you, eat you alive. Right now I’m straving the wild thing that wants to eat me up. Not with love, like in the children’s book. With hatred, an intent to destroy, an insatiable appetite.
Like my doctor said, alcohol is not my friend. Oh he’s a seductive lover but more a manipulative, cunning and baffling (AA description) foe. A woman who escapes the husband who beats her, she’s just dodged a bullet. Because believe me when I tell you this…he would have eventually killed her. Beaten her so badly she either would be disabled for life or dead. My point: drinking is my domestic abuser. I’m taking my kids and we are moving into a women’s shelter. And after that, I am getting a restraining order, blocking his number… and maybe even moving and changing my hairstyle and name. That’s how you dodge a bullet.
Survive. Thrive. Self-preserve what God has so wonderfully made in His image and likeness. If I can believe that, that I am precious, worthy of forgiveness, loved beyond measure by some higher power, than sobriety is the only path toward my salvation. Sobriety is not hard when you know what you’ve escaped by the skin of your teeth. When you’ve looked the beast in his dark eyes and ran for your life toward the light.