First off, I?d like to say thanks, once again, to our own Lady Katherine for planning and hosting a fabulous party last night!! :good:
Several of us chose to post real photos of ourselves as our avatars during the party. We did this, I think, because we have developed a sense of intimacy here in Absville over the past months. We?ve gotten to know each other pretty well, we?ve been through good times and bad, we?ve seen each other slip and helped each other back to our feet, and so forth. And it was nice to finally see and be seen.
There was much symbolism in that act, though, for us as problem drinkers or alcoholics.
Didn?t we spend our drinking years behind masks? Didn?t we spend all that time hiding in one way or another?
I know that I hid in many ways. I hid how much I drank from almost everyone. Sure, there might have been some who suspected, but no one really knew for sure. I hid what I did when I was drinking. It was like my own secret life. I had a public life ? one that was fit for public display ? and a drinking life ? one that I was too ashamed for anyone to see. It got so bad at the end that I was ashamed of even my drinking friends to see it.
I not only hid my drinking and related activities, but I hid my feelings. I hid how I felt about drinking; I hid my depression and anxiety; I hid my fear. I hid FROM my feelings. I hid from life. My drinking life was as much about hiding as it was about drinking, it seems. I was avoiding anything and everything that I could. The problem was that the alcohol inevitably wore off ? and when it did, whatever I was hiding from was still there, and 10 times bigger.
So taking off my ?mask? tonight, coming out of the closet, was symbolic of my new life in sobriety. Living a sober life means being myself ? my true self ? in all situations, public and private. I really have no need to hide anything any more. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I have nothing to fear. I can truly come out of the shadows and live in the light like a normal human being. I can show my face and be proud of who I am.
Doesn?t it feel good to let go of the shame and fear? Doesn?t it feel good to not have to hide?
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