There are many good things that come from loving someone who struggles with addiction. Yes, you read that correctly. I know it feels dark and hopeless sometimes. But… addiction can be a gateway. An opportunity to grow into the women we are meant to be.
Absolutely. Loving an alcoholic for 3+ years opened my eyes to who I was and changes I needed to make in my life. I will never regret the journey though it was painful and I almost lost myself trying to find a way to save him. I am a strong, healthy, confident woman now because of that time. I just completed EMDR therapy to process the physical and mental trauma--one of the best things I’ve ever done for myself. I am becoming whole and happy thanks to the lessons I learned from that experience.
Yes. Loving a man with an addiction opened up my eyes/soul to therapy to process the body of trauma in my life. It might have taken me a lot longer had that period of my life not been so extreme and chaotic. It was a shameful, secretive time in my life but I’m so glad to be on the other side of it. Boundaries. Green flags. And a whole lot of humility and respect for recovery/addiction.
Love the picture! I struggle for any gratitude, at the moment, for the sick people in my life who either are alcoholics or codependent. My whole family has been effected by this addiction- and the dynamics and personalities are gross. I look forward to their passing, so the younger generation might stand a chance. Yes, it's an ugly truth but so is the reality!! I am grateful for my faith.
It's great that so many find their voices, create stronger boundaries, rediscover their voices. But to be GRATEFUL for addiction!!!???!!
First, if I had a wish, it would be to eradicate addiction from our world. It harms EVERYONE--not just the addict, spouse, family... Strangers too, as the ripples roll out farther than we even recognize.
I miss my sober husband. I could never be grateful for his pain. I have definitely grown since this mess reached its nadir. Did I have growing to do, addiction aside? I did. And it was/is my responsibility to recognize and seek resources to address my own insufficiencies and cultivate my own quintessence. I can do that on my own without the pain of this horror in my life. And shouldn't we all, anyway?
"I hope you get cancer so you can learn strength and truth." Preposterous, right? As women, we should walk with each other through pain and difficulty, but also challenge each other in times of joy to seek and develop our best selves. We don't need tragedy to do this.
I will never celebrate addiction, anyone's. I seek each day to support those in turmoil and to spread the word about the dangers of alcohol and how casually we partake of it. For that opportunity, I am so very grateful, since addiction DOES exist. And I will hope and pray that one day, I can devote my time and attention to supporting people in their journeys on some other road.