Still off the Canvas – Beating Addiction
LAST YEAR, I wrote candidly of an addiction that has plagued me for much of my life and, as a postcript, I mentioned that I had joined a 12-step program to try, finally, to get the monkey off my back. What I want to share with you, and what I hope may be of help to some, is that although I will go to my grave an addict – there is no cure for a true addiction – I have now enjoyed more than 14 months of freedom. As a result, my life is the best it has ever been.
With one reservation. As many readers may know, I have confessed that the addiction cost me my marriage because of the hurt and suffering I caused my wife. Thank God, she had the courage to leave me. Please God, that marriage may one day be revived. In the meantime and because of the peace I have found since beginning the 12-step program, I embrace – though often reluctantly – the loneliness, the shame, the pain of separation. I hope it will end but it is infinitely better than feeding my addiction and the terrible hurt it caused.
In my previous musing on this subject I wrote of the countless efforts I had made to rid myself of the chains that bound me. I could not understand why, when I constantly prayed and begged for God’s help, I could not succeed. I also mentioned that, after my wife left me four years ago I pledged to myself that I would succeed and for 13 months I did succeed.
And yet, I fell again. After a brief period of self-pity I got off the canvas and started again. Over the next 20 months I struggled to stay upright. There were many times I failed. Sometimes I succeed for several months, others for just days.
On March 23 of last year I was feeling confident. Although it was only a couple of weeks since my last “fall” I felt particularly strong and firm in my resolution to succeed. But, as every addict can attest, that is the great fantasy.
Then something happened. Something that I now believe to have been a truly spiritual experience. As I took courage and warmth from that feeling of confidence on March 23, 2011, a very distinct voice within me said: “You know you will fail again.”
Finally, finally it dawned on me. This was not the voice of pessimism. This was Truth, with a capital T. More correctly, perhaps, it was truth with a capital G. God.
I listened to the voice. I knew it was right. I got onto the internet and found a support group. I rang the number and got an address. There was a meeting the following evening. I went to that meeting and I have been to almost every meeting since. Like all addicts, I told my story at that first meeting. They had heard it all before, of course, because they had been there – were still there in many cases. I told them that I could not understand why I had not been able succeed on my own when I constantly prayed and went to Mass.
What I had finally realised was that I had to be accountable and it has been this accountability that has helped to keep me off the canvas ever since that first meeting on March 24 last year.
I say “helped” because, several months into the programme, I had another very important realisation. The reason I was having success and continue now, thank God, to have success, was that I was willing to surrender more than my addiction.
It is not enough to give up a destructive behaviour itself. I must also give up the underlying and contributing factors: the resentment, the envy, the anger, the judgementalness, the self-pity and the one that really surprised me because I had never considered it my nemesis – the pride.
Some of these I still struggle with – especially resentment – but I surrender that, along with my addiction, and I move on. The addiction itself still seeks to snare me and I have had some close calls. There have been times when I longed to feed it. By God’s grace, I did not.
I believe the 12-step program would benefit every human being. You don’t have to be an addict – although hundreds of millions of us are (often without realising it) – to gain enormous benefits and peace from the programme. I will talk another day of how it works.
In the meantime, I have only just begun and I know the journey will never end. I know that I can fall at any time. I thank God every day for what He has given me. I pray every day that I will keep it. I reach out to share what I have found with others.
I am truly blessed.
bill.farrelly@yahoo.com.au