It can happen at any time. The bell might ring, the alarm might sound, the light might flash any time of day or night. We might be half asleep or we might have our shoulder to the wheel, pushing with all our might.
Awakenings happen all the time, to people all over this earth. For the purposes of this discussion, awakenings are of two types. The Dad says: “Oh my God, my son is an alcoholic.” Or the addict says: “I think I am powerless over drugs and alcohol and that my life has become unmanageable.”
In either case, one hopes that upon awakening, the Dad or the addict will seek the help he needs to take him to the next step, and that is the realisation that the admission of powerlessness is the first step in regaining any power whatsoever over a powerful disease.
During our addiction (I speak from experience), even though we might have experienced some good times, a vague and persistent nagging within our deepest selves continued to bear witness that all was not well. In fact, it was, at times, hell itself. Then we would get sober or clean for a little while and we could pretend awhile longer. Until we couldn’t.
It can happen at any time. The bell might ring, the alarm might sound, the light might flash any time of day or night. We might be half asleep or we might have our shoulder to the wheel, pushing with all our might.
Awakenings happen all the time, to people all over this earth. For the purposes of this discussion, awakenings are of two types. The Dad says: “Oh my God, my son is an alcoholic.” Or the addict says: “I think I am powerless over drugs and alcohol and that my life has become unmanageable.”
In either case, one hopes that upon awakening, the Dad or the addict will seek the help he needs to take him to the next step, and that is the realisation that the admission of powerlessness is the first step in regaining any power whatsoever over a powerful disease.
During our addiction (I speak from experience), even though we might have experienced some good times, a vague and persistent nagging within our deepest selves continued to bear witness that all was not well. In fact, it was, at times, hell itself. Then we would get sober or clean for a little while and we could pretend awhile longer. Until we couldn’t.