Hola mi Gente,
Last night, after many
polls had him losing (one
poll by 18 points just ten days ago), the Sanders campaign/ movement
pulled out a victory. Just think for a moment that Sanders launched his
campaign less than a year ago and was widely ridiculed by both neoliberals (who
call themselves “liberals”) and neoconservatives.
On another, somewhat related note, there's been an almost
a total media blackout on the financial crisis happening in Puerto Rico (click
here for more info). My heart goes out in solidarity to the
intrepid Puerto Rican students waging the good fight against the forces
of austerity who are, with the exception of Bernie Sanders' campaign, the very
same vulture capitalists financing the US elections.
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Step Four: Uncovering the Patterns
We made a searching and fearless moral
inventory of ourselves.
-- The Fourth
Step, Narcotics Anonymous
[Note: Every month, I dedicate this
blog to one of the steps of Narcotics Anonymous. These posts are by no means
intended as extensive exploration of recovery. They are merely brief expression
of my strengths, hopes, and experiences culled from my spiritual journey.]
So far, we have explored what I call
the “Recovery Cha Cha Cha” -- the first three steps that serve as the
foundation to recovery and freedom from active addiction. Step
One brought me face-to-face with the major contradiction in my life: my
denial of my problem and how I managed to feel powerful when, in fact, I was
powerless and needed help. Step
Two challenged my grandiosity. I have heard it said that addicts are
egomaniacs with low self-esteem and I couldn’t put it any better than that. My
low self-esteem pushed me to inflate my ego, but all I ever felt inside was
emptiness and feelings of unworthiness. Finally, Step
Three helped me see that my efforts at control were in actuality ways
in which to sabotage myself. Ultimately, I can only take responsibility for
myself and I must leave the rest to a Higher Power of my understanding.
Yesiree, the “Great I Am” is a hard
bitch to ride! LOL
Step 4 was daunting mostly because I
didn’t want to do it. I was afraid. I mean I did a lot of fucked up shit in my
life -- especially towards the end of my active addiction. I took a lot. I
became the kind of person that would steal something from you and then helped
you look for it. My thinking was so fucked up that I could rationalize stealing
toys from underneath a Christmas tree. I used and was used by women. I kid
around that I was a former pimp and technically, I was. But I was no pimp,
believe me. I used to like to say that I was a “broker for sexual services.” As
much as the word is used today, it’s nothing to be proud of. What I was -- I
was an addict. Period.
Who the fuck wants to look at
that shit?
I stole, but I stole more than
property. I stole affection and trust and used it to feed my addiction. Perhaps
my story is extreme, but let me ask: how many of us have stolen affection? How
many of us have manipulated and controlled in order to feel better about
ourselves?
Luckily, I had some great people around
me in my early recovery. Quite a few of them are no longer with us, and my post
today is dedicated to them. They helped me recover in spite of myself, because
I was (still am? LOL!), one dense ma’fucca. To me the idea of a moral inventory
was both scary but also riddled with conflicting emotions. However, after
having taken those first three steps and applying them to the best of my
ability, I also knew I was still feeling a lot of shame and guilt about my
past. My actions had clearly not been moral by any measure. It came to
me that I needed to look into the shadows and to uncover those deep dark
secrets or risk losing my recovery. By the time I had one year, I knew I wanted
to leave clean more than anything.
I took the advice of my sponsor and
decided to write out my inventory. I used several different 4th Step
guides and my inventory was extensive (me being the perfectionist I am). What I
saw when I did my 4th Step were behavior patterns. All around. For
the first time I saw that I fell repeatedly into the same patterns and this was
largely liberating.
The 4th Step gave me the
gift of self-knowledge. By reviewing in detail my fears, desires, thoughts,
motives, and actions and discovering how they created wreckage, I was better
able to uncover the secrets that compelled my behavior. Some of you may have
tried this with a therapist. I had also. However, what made this moral
inventory different was the previous work of the first three steps because
those steps became the foundation upon which I was able to vanquish fear. What
I saw underlying all my character defects was fear. Without the foundation of
the first three steps, my moral inventory would’ve been weak and my shadow side
would’ve eventually usurped my efforts.
Because I was embodying the principle
of the Third Step, I was able to turn over my fear and tendency to judge. I
realized I was powerless to change my past, but that I was able to take
accountability for now. Eventually, my Fourth Step gave me courage along with
insight. And to a lesser degree, having faced myself with as much honesty as
possible, I was able to lessen the fear and the shame. There were no more
secrets, and more was being revealed.
On the other hand, the 4th
Step was a draining experience for me. Sometimes, when things seem their
darkest, it’s difficult to see the positive. Initially, I discovered, it was
difficult for me to take credit for the positive in me. I lived as a phony,
showing only the parts of my self that I thought were good. I lived between the
secrets, the shame, exploitation, and abuse of my addiction and the good parts
of my public persona. I felt like a phony about my public self because people
did not know the real me. When I finally faced the inner addict, my addiction
became my teacher about my basic goodness. I had to come to the realization
that I was strong, enduring, clever, and willing to risk even in my addiction.
All these were qualities the addict in me stole in order to become powerful.
The addict in me was that same psychic entity
that stole from me and then pretended he was helping me look for these
qualities. I learned that all those qualities were mine and that they were
available for me in my recovery.
My name is Eddie and I’m in recovery from civilization…
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