The Unique Path to Recovery...
In the blogosphere, it is hard to write about something that hasn't been written about. But, I have been too busy drinking in the last 10 years to be reading online, so every topic is new to me. I think I missed when blogs were invented because I was plastered. I started my blog after quitting drinking because it was recommended to me as therapy. So, for all of you guys out there trying to say something that hasn't been said to make an impact, sorry dudes, you're missing the point.
What is the point? The point is that you are UNIQUE. Even if all of the words have been said, all of the feelings have been felt, and all of the points have been made, they have not been made by you yet. Every person has his/her UNIQUE perspective.
So, how does this loop into alcoholism? Well, I just said it...everyone is UNIQUE. So, why do we try to loop recovery into a one-size-fits all? I receive a lot of feedback from my readers which helps me immensely. Sometimes the feedback is criticism about my views and sometimes it is cheering me on for recognizing my uniqueness in recovery. Sometimes your emails change my mind and sometimes they strengthen my resolve. This is my path.
My hope is that everyone can find his /her UNIQUE path in recovery. Mostly, I hope that people understand that everyone has to choose his/her own path for it to work. It is the two roads diverged in a yellow wood conundrum. You're going to be a traveler along this path. As you're standing there in addiction, looking at the paths to recovery, remember that YOU choose. You should not ever come back to the beginning as an addict staring down the two roads that diverge, but each path leads to a new path and a new choice. I think what Robert Frost was telling us in his poem was that each path is equal and neither was the better. No one has walked your unique path before. So, choose your path to recovery and you'll get there. The key is making the choice and starting to walk.
Or, maybe you are just running through the woods dodging trees like me. F-the paths. I'm hiking. "I took the one less traveled by-and that has made all of the difference."
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.