My parallel existence


I was at a meeting today and in my share I verbalized (probably for the 100th time) a constant mental obsession that takes hold of me every now and then.

If you know enough about addiction, it is something that is never truly cured. the neural pathways established as a result of a repeated pattern of addiction don’t magically disappear. In recovery I have the opportunity to build new neural pathways, as a result of living a new pattern of recovery, but, the minute my recovery pattern are weak, the addiction patterns are there waiting to be triggered.

The pull to tap back into that pattern is quite strong. it is like a dry groove so thirsty for water to run through it and turn it into a living breathing stream once more. the unfortunate reality is that what runs through these grooves isn’t water, but chemicals that were once indulged by the substance of choice. (for me, it is sex, romantic obsession, or food).

Now, back to what I was talking about in the first place. the mental obsession. I love being in recovery. I love my life when I am sober, but I always have that pull to revive the old neural pathways. I often imagine a parallel existence where I could act out on my addiction, have a bit of “fun” while at the same time my “other self” remains sober and living recovery. I want to defy the laws of physics as well as the spiritual laws and some how still have two separate realities where I can have my cake and eat it. and that my friends is enough proof I am an addict.

Living a lie


One thing about being an addict, I always felt like I am living a lie! There wasn’t a time where I could honestly call my feelings authentic. I am not saying that I never had authentic feelings, nor am I saying that I was never authentic in my interactions and experiences. I am just saying that I doubted everything I felt. I couldn’t trust my feelings. couldn’t experience them to their fullest. I always felt like I was acting. when something nice happens I felt the obligation to act happy, then I felt guilty about being happy, cause I don’t deserve to be happy, I am a bad person, and bad people should be miserable. Then when I was truly miserable, I felt that it was all my fault, had I been a good person (i.e. not acting out on my addiction) then I wouldn’t have been miserable and as a result I always felt like I don’t have the right to feel miserable cause it was just me to blame.

Now, in recovery, I am a sex and love addict in recovery. I am a compulsive overeater in recovery. I am happy some of the time, sad some other times, frustrated, angry, ecstatic, pleased and all sort of other emotions some of the time. and regardless of the emotion, there is no judgement (well, most of the time) I just try to experience my feelings and sit with them.

Today something really pleasant happened to my wife, she came and shared it with me. I was so genuinly happy, we connected with each other as we both experienced our feelings without judgement. I was briefly reminded of what it was like before and felt immensely grateful for where I am at today.

Thanks for reading, and if you relate to what I wrote, know you are not alone.

November 2019 Recap


Kia Ora whanau, I am at a SLAA retreat. It prompted me to log into my WordPress account and post something. When I clicked on the plus sign to add a post, I found 4 old drafts. Check the screenshot below.  

draft for empowered

I didn’t go into any of the drafts to look at what I wrote but it gave me a good idea that I missed communicating a few major events in my recovery journey so I am going to be boring, I won’t sensationalize any of it and just put it as bullet points.  

  • July/August 2017 My wife and I got back together after a fair bit of couple therapy 
  • September 2017 My corporate Role was made redundant and I left my full-time job 
  • October/November 2017 I started driving Uber part time to make money without having to go back to the corporate world 
  • April 2018 I went travelling to the US to see my sister.  
  • May 2018 I was approaching 18 months sobriety (never happened) 
  • June 2018 I lost my sobriety  
  • November 2018 I chose another SLAA sponsor and started working the program got sober again.  
  • January 2019 I moved to another city.  
  • September 2019 I got abstinent in Overeaters anonymous 
  • October 2019 I lost my sobriety by having a slightly long hug with someone that was triggering  
  • I didn’t act out since and have been keeping my recovery top of mind in both followships (SLAA, and OA)  

11 months later


well hello there, did you miss me?

I just read my latest post here, I wrote that 11 months ago. I was just one week sober then. Gosh, I remember that day very clearly, like it was yesterday. I am surprised that it was that long ago.

so let’s have it, I am 11 Months and one week sober YEEHEEE!!! it wasn’t without crazy insane thoughts, and it wasn’t without challenges, temptations and close calls. but hey, I am here, and I am sober. that is a call for celebration.

I am now facing another addiction. food addiction!! I just joined OA and today was my first abstinent day. let’s see how I go with that.

will keep it short, stay connected and let me know your thoughts.

Right sized needs, wrong size life


So I am one week sober! YES, Again. I realized that I was just one week sober 11 days ago. but hey, Progress, not Perfection. I feel that I am making progress.

Today was an interesting one. I almost had an ego driven argument with my father because he is so wrapped up in his reality and with no awareness whatsoever to the world outside his brain. I am the kind that asks clearly for what I want. I am happy to consider something other than what i communicated but it has to come in the form of feedback or communicated somehow. what my dad does on regular basis is completely ignore what I say, then does what he thinks would please me. IT WOULD FREAKING PLEASE ME IF YOU DO WHAT I SAY!! simple right? but hey, what he did was something I needed and it benefits me, just not following my process GRRRRR damn ego!!

then my Ex takes charge of planning a catch up between my friend and I. Totally highjacking my sunday night plan and expecting me to be grateful. i stuck to my plan and ingored her attempt to please me. it borthered me so much. why is everyone trying to please me according to their brain, why don’t they just say “hey, i want to do something nice, would that be it?” and LET ME THE HELL BE IN CONTROL OF MY LIFE.

yes yes i hear myself talking. but you get it though, don’t you. it bugs the hell out of me when people make assumptions and operate on the basis that they are true. I make assumptions all the time, I am human, but i think that i try to validate my assumptions and find the source of truth. oh well, I am sure i cut myself more slack in that regard than I do others.

Anyway. the final strike happened at the end of the day. I came out to my father. his reaction was just bleak. it went like this

Me: have you heard of Homosexuality?
Father: YEs
me: okay I am homosexual
Father: is that why you are breaking up with your wife?
me: no, She knew before I married her
Father: OKay, May God be with you and guide you.

REALLY? that’s it? I was really expecting more. but then again he is probably wrapped up in his head with a million and one thoughts and nothing to connect him to the world outside

thanks for reading 🙂 be well.

Coming clean- back to day one


 I’ve been trying to keep sober for a while but I keep negotiating the system and tempt fate. My addictive pattern has been sex with strangers and obsessive masturbation. I stopped hook up apps but started meeting random strangers through Couchsurfing. Every time I connect with someone I follow the same process. Run through all the pictures make sure they meet a superficial appearance criteria then read through the profile carefully searching for any hints about their sexuality and if they’d be open for a hookup. 

I haven’t acted out with anyone from Couchsurfing but the process itself is sick and the hype and energy around it has addiction written all over it. 

On New Year’s Eve I met a random stranger to go for countdown, we hung out for a bit and then I invited him to crash over at my place. The guy is not even my type (superficial I know but hey, I am an addict) we shared a queen size bed. No touching. Not even suggestion. But just the idea that there is a random stranger in bed got me excite. Too excited that I spontaneously ejaculated from the fantasy in my head. After he left I masturbated. 

Today I would have been 4 weeks sober. as of now I am 24 hours clean. I went to a SLAA meeting and shared twice and openly about what happened. I made a decision to get rid of the Couchsurfing app and I did. I am praying to remain clean.

Thanks for reading.

God’s confirmations and blessings


I had a bit of an interrupted sleep. got up at five and managed to go back to sleep an hour later till 8. by the time I showered, prepared my stuff and fed the dog breakfast there was just enough time to drive to the house and see the kids briefly before they head out with their mom. i did that.

on my drive to the office i spoke to my mom on the phone. we had a bit of a frictionful (is that even a word) conversation. and smart me decided to bring up my public coming out and she basically shut down, started feeling depressed and wouldn’t even speak to me.

i felt miserable and self pitying. bad stuff for recovery. anyway, got to work, and got work done. had a nice lunch with a friend and a good walk. then I finished work early. i wasn’t feeling sober minded. I called a fellow addict and he suggested we meet. so I got home, changed, went back to the city (the city is like 15KM away from where I am staying). we had dinner and caught up. it was helpful.

after i finished dinner, I drove willfully to a beach which is famous for being “cloths optional” nudist beach. I was hoping I’d see some eye candy. i was also hoping to get in and have a swim. only saw elderly big bellied hairy men (sorry if that sounds shallow, but hey i was going there for eye candy, that is shallow too) I ended up taking pictures of the sunset and post them on my personal social media.

I then picked a couch surfer from the city, we went home and had a cup of tea and chatted after i had a shower and changed. when we finished the tea, we drove back to the city and had a nice walk, went to bar for a drink and then said goodbye.

I was so not wanting to go home and so not wanting to be alone and so not caring about remaining sober but still not wanting to act out if any of this makes sense. I stayed in my car in the parking lot singing Karaoke on an app then decided to drive home. on the way home i tried to call my mom and she was not willing to talk to me. she sounded so depressed.

at home now, just before I type this, my cousin and I had a phone conversation cause he say that my facebook page says i am gay. he wanted to know how he can support me and he wanted to assure me of his love and unconditional acceptance.

I feel so happy and grateful for God’s confirmation. I need to remain sober to focus on this effort.

 

26 days sober, 9 days of full withdrawal.

backache is easier than insanity


I woke up today with a backache, i think I am not dressed warm enough or the bed i am sleeping in is not good for my back. bottomline is I am experiencing pain and pain is a trigger for me. I am familiar with drowning pain “medicating it” in the depth of my depth of my addiction.

I also got a text from my wife asking me to come help with the kids so she can rest as she had a rough night. I didn’t jump to the rescue but I jumped to resentment. I have them full time and I deal with the rough nights pretty much every night since we separated, why couldn’t she do it for a few nights. anyway, i quickly dropped the thought, went and showered, fed the dog breakfast and drove over to home. they were all getting ready to leave so I spent just a bit of time with the kids before they left then sat to have breakfast cause i haven’t figured out the kitchen in the house where I am staying.

I returned back to the house where I am staying, did a bit for work from home and took a nap. the back pain triggered the thought “i need a massage” which i probably do, but no i don’t. I got up, got my stuff ready and drove to the office. I got a phone call from another addict and I had a nice recover conversation. I got to my desk and started working working working until i finished what i needed to finish. I also recorded and edited a video for my YouTube channel! whoohoo, it had been a couple of months since my last video.

after i finished, i went to a SLAA meeting, talked recovery, then drove by carl’s jr to get dinner and drove straight home. I watched the movie Race. heartache. thank goodness we went from a Black gold medalist not being acknowledged by the White House, to a Black president in the white house. I guess Yay for humanity, we are making progress in some areas.

I will say some prayers and go to sleep.

8 days of full withdrawal, 28 Days sober

One week – yet again


I got up at 6 am after just five hours of sleep. I couldn’t go back to bed even though i really wanted to. not a bid deal though. I got up, said my prayers, did some reading, showered, changed, fed the dog breakfast and took her for a walk.

I hit the road and went to see the kids in the morning before going to work. I knew i won’t be able to see them in the evening and I didn’t want to not see them. we played for a bit and I had breakfast at home then I drove to the office.

work was cruisey and light, nothing too much to handle. before five I was out to pick up a friend and go grocery shopping. we bought some stuff and got to his place and I cooked dinner. I made an Egyptian Dish called Koshary. we had a good meal and a good chat before he walked me back to my car. on the way to the car he asked me about being gay and married, he was respectfully curious. it was good practice for me as I work towards coming out. it is also a good reminder that coming out will be a lot easier if I am working my recovery. acting out and coming out will be messy.

I drove home, on the way home I started thinking that maybe i still have some time to squeeze something in, i didn’t go far enough with the thought to explore the something, i started thinking maybe i need an out reach call and just at that moment a fellow addict called. we had a good chat till I got home.

I gave the dog her dinner, brushed my teeth and now typing this. it is almost 11. i will put the dog in her bed and tuck myself in mine.

24 days sober and 7 days in full withdrawal.