Struggles with Addiction

I find a lot of joy, inspiration, solace, humanity, and love in reading blogs. Blogs about mothering, life, illness, grief, teaching, whatever. I feel connected to friends, acquaintances, and total strangers through the words they toss into the universe through their blogs. Thank you, bloggers.

One blog I am a big fan of is called Momastery, a blog by a recovering addict/recovering alcoholic/recovering bulimic mom who is just tryin’ to keep it real. To live in truth. To be honest and raw and screw anyone who’s gonna hate. I love her writing, her musings, and her values. She can get a little Jesus-y at times, but her version of Jesus loves gay folks and doesn’t judge. He’s a very different guy than the Jesus I was raised with. Too bad I didn’t meet her Jesus first.

She has an amazing post today on her struggle with addiction. She explores her daily, weekly, annually, and constant struggle through a letter to a girl Maggie, whose sister (her lobster–the narrator’s code word for sister) died from her struggle.

Please read it. It’s hyperlinked above, or click here:

We have people on both sides of our family (my side and my husband’s) who have struggled with alcohol and drug and food addiction. It’s not talked about much (if at all), but I can’t help but think how much better everyone would be if the shit could just be laid down on the table like she does in this post. I understand that is far easier said than done. It’s hard to be vulnerable, to be open, to be different. I get that. I am proud of all our family members who are in recovery. Thankful that they took that on.

She quotes Robert Frost in her post, and I’m stealing that quote for my post today. He said:

“In three words I can sum up everything I know about life: It goes on.”

That much I have learned from my 38 years of life. It sounds stupidly simple, but life just goes on. And on and on and on. There might be lines that demarcate before and after, punctuation marks in our lives that indicate the pauses and the stops and the eventual full stop, but life keeps moving in, around, and through us. Even after we’re gone. Even while we’re still here.

I am going to bookmark her post for future reference. I have had many students with parents who have struggled with addiction. I have had many friends with family members and friends who struggle/d with addiction. I have had students who were struggling with addiction yet clueless that they were addicts. I have yet to see good drug counseling in a school. Our drug counselor took the oh-so-persuasive road of, “Don’t do it!” which I found ridiculous. “But it feels goooood,” I would argue to her. “Drinking is fun! Smoking pot is a riot! Ecstacy is pretty amazing!”(That’s the extent of my drug use folks, those are my confessions…) and she would look at me as if I had suddenly transformed into the devil himself. If “Just Say No” is still the prominent message, I might need to slide this post to someone someday. I don’t have many words of wisdom on this subject of usage, moderation, addiction, or recovery, but words need to be spoken.

I’m glad Glennon, over at Momastery, is speaking through the written word on her blog. Life goes on, so sister on, blogger friend.

One day at a time.