I’m at 9 months now without placing a bet, and so grateful to be. A day doesn’t go by that I don’t look back and remember how it use to be when I was gambling, I call those thoughts my reminders. And I’m beginning to reflect on my days in recovery, the steps I’ve taken to get to where I am now, I call those lovely memories. Step #1- one day at a time I began abstaining from gambling with a conviction in my heart I’ve never felt in my past attempts at abstinence. I refused to believe my old lies that I was helpless and didn’t matter. I knew I had to make changes in my life that required lots of soul searching and honesty. I’m an addict with all the typical addict behavior, know-it-all-ish, controlling and overly sensitive. I don’t have all the answers and I’ve learned along the way that love isn’t controlling. I’ve also learned there’s a difference between being a sensitive human being and an overly sensitive, self-centered one. I’m grateful for my sense of humor, and learning it doesn’t always have to be self-effacing. I’m enjoying today and looking forward to tomorrow.
People, recovery is a beautiful way of leaving
I’m new here. I could use some friends. I’m making a mess of my life. I want to stop gambling. I feel so desperate. I almost wish this sick feeling of guilt would last all the time because it seems to be the only time I’m confident I won’t gamble that day.
I have been trying to get on a good streak of recovery for a while. Years. Done 40 days without shoplifting. I drink too much some weeks too. I might hit 30 units a week.My psychiatrst/Doctor have given me two pieces of advice.One tell my wife Im still shopliftingTwo-give up the boozeI have diasgreed with both pieces for various reasons. If I told my wife -she would lie awake at night. I dont...