A journey of imagination
I hope everyone is moving forward into February commited and happy with their progress.
I came home to a delivery (from India) of Camprosate(Campral) which I ordered about a month ago. I looked at the package and thought of it's journey from Mumbai in India to London, then finally to me. It costs 36 rupees per 6 tablet (.98 cnd) in India. I paid $180. US for 180 tabs. I can't get Campral in Canada so I decided to order it from oversea's and much to my surprise, it arrived...and I havn't taken any.
I came to the conclusion , that thus far I've made it on hope and trust and my connection with this group, and I wonder if all of these "medical" or "chemical" soloutions are absouloutly necessary. Do we trade one crutch for another. Is this the trade off? In the last 20 years or so I have tried everything from Antabuse, to Revia(Naltrezone) to Topamax to an odd assortment of anti-depressants. A chemical stew of sorts.
My imagination has kept me going. What else do we have when our bodies force us to sleep at 10 pm because we have 8 beers, or a bottle and a half of winw or 3 Martini's or more likley all of the above. Time time to think....clearly..to imagine the possibilities.
This month, one thing became abundantly clear. The longer I keep alcohol out of my body, the smarter-quicker-more rational I become. It's as if I just got a special pair of glasses to see life more clearly. With that comes peace, a feeling that perhaps I won't end up like some of the people I see on the street, dead eyed, hopeless souls.
I sense that the people who post here are articulate, motivated, intelligent, quite functional and probably very succesfull in their chosen careers...as long as they stay sober.
We all want to be happy, We want be loved by those we love, respected by those we respect and it is imperative that we remember and cherish every second we spend on this journey....together.
Gary
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