When I actually made it to family gatherings, I was usually hung over or withdrawing from alcohol. I was also anxious, restless and preoccupied with thoughts of my next drink (i.e. is there alcohol available and if not, when can I leave). At times, I was actually sick with nausea, headache or one of many frequent physical complaints. The food I promised to prepare and bring never materialized and I would arrive empty handed. Finally, I hurt my family by not being "present" for fellowship.
There have been many holidays I never made it to the gathering. I had to conjure up excuses for my absence because I was too sick or drunk to attend. Looking back, my excuses were far-fetched and lame such as:
- "I have a severe rash and don't need to be near my aunt, cousin, pregnant sister... any convenient relative".
- "I have to work at the last minute".
- "I ran over a limb on my way and had to go home".
- "My tire is flat and unable to fix today due to holiday".
- "I'm sick and ran fever last night".
Thanksgiving this year brought a happiness and joy I can only find in sobriety. I made a homemade dessert and arrived on time. I was present in conversations and when I just needed to listen. I belly laughed and enjoyed every bite of food. It was wonderful to be truthful and dependable.
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