I mentioned somewhere in this thread that we're in the process of buying our first home. I met with our realtor on Friday to sign the paperwork. It was my first morning without drugs. And while I wasn't experiencing any real withdrawal symptoms at the time, I remeraber thinking, "This is perfect. It's perfect that I'm starting this new life for myself and my family on one of the biggest days for us." I just got a call from said realtor and she made a mistake. I need to get her a cashier's check rather than a personal check for our earnest money. She apologized, but to be honest, I'm elated. Here in a few minutes, I'm going to drive to the bank, run another errand ... and be so present. IT. FEELS. SO. GOOD. I'm so proud of myself and grateful to have a wonderful family who has stood by my side over the years.
I also wanted to comment on something from Milksnake's thread - the thing about feeling these real feelings. I had a very similar epiphany a while back, when I was in college, and using a lot of cocaine. When I got clean, I went through a lot of different emotions. I was vehemently anti-drug, I spoke negatively and thought negatively about my experience. Then I came to grips with the fact that, to be honest, it was a lot of fun to be high. Particularly young, reckless, high, and having had very few negative consequences at the time. And once I'd sat with that feeling for a while, I realized that it's all a big lie. Not one single thing that had happened during that time - no matter how fun and wild and awesome it seemed - NONE of it was real! I did not experience any of that as me. It was a chemical, not me. Not my true self.
Anyway, I'm rarabling, but I just wanted to add in a "ditto" to being grateful for being able to experience my life. Good and bad.
Holly
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