“Strength of mind rests in sobriety.”
Years ago, I sat on a metal folding chair in a room full of strangers and confessed that I was an alcoholic. I wasn’t a fall-down drunk. I wasn’t an angry or obnoxious drunk. In fact, not many people knew I had a drinking problem. They weren’t aware that I had very few skills to cope with the slings and arrows of life except to pour myself a glass of red wine and numb my feelings. I don’t know if my drinking was from emotional immaturity, childhood trauma, or just a genetic fluke that made me crave booze. But whatever the drivers of my drinking, I didn’t know how to stop until I found the peace and understanding of God.
In the first year of my sobriety, I wondered how I’d ever get through life without drinking. Now, I can’t fathom how I would ever manage my life without my sobriety. How would I wind through my days without a clear mind and faith in something greater than myself? And that’s the heart of sobriety; replacing fear with faith. And in that faith dwells love.
Healing ourselves requires that we put away the things that we use to run away from our thoughts and feelings. Healing requires that we live boldly, turning towards the things that frighten us, reaching out for God’s hand, for it is only then that we can be truly happy, joyous, and free!