Have You Found Freedom in Recovery?
I found the rooms of recovery and a new way of living in 1991. While I recall the facts that surrounded the final days of active addiction, sometimes it’s hard to bring the feelings and emotions from that time to mind.
Hanging out with people new to recovery helps bring those early days closer to the surface for me. I so love watching new folks blossom during the early months of their recovery. That too takes me back to my first few months.
Once the fog cleared from the initial withdrawal of substances, I remember a sensational feeling of freedom. Suddenly, every experience was brand new again, as if I had been released from a bubble where all my senses had been cut off from my surroundings.
Recovery set me free.
I wonder, have you asked yourself what you’d like made new in your life so that you can be free?
Recovery’s beauty shines for you upon realizing that you get to decide–every day–what passes for meaning.
You. Beautiful you.
Your eyes suddenly see clearly what was previously cloudy. Now your gaze falls upon the recognizable without wondering how it got there.
You’re released from the tightly wound death grip that formerly restrained you in a satanic clutch.
You can breathe again, deep, cleansing breaths, previously impossible with the weight of a thousand hammers holding you down.
You think and each thought takes you closer to the pureness of delight.
You wonder how you could have waited half your lifetime for this born-again experience. But you know you had to wait, had to know you were beyond the aid of anyone or anything before you could raise the white flag of surrender.
You had to be through with lounging in the devil’s den.
Your spirit, once given a glimpse of freedom, couldn’t wait to leap and drag the rest of you through the open window filled with sunlight.
So here you are at the precipice of your new life.
Freedom papers are yours to have and hold. You clutch them and leap like a child throwing himself into a cannonball pool jump.
Leap and the net will appear. You’re told–promised–a recovery net will hold you. Can you hear the truth that yearns for your belief?
Freedom nudges you forward until your toes hover over the edge.
What if I’m wrong, the old you cries.
What the hell, your new self shouts. What if I’m right?
Freedom is yours. Tell us about it, will you?
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