I haven't been able to get to my regular church service for a little while now. A year ago my roomie from Honduras invited me to come to her church. I hadn't been very inspired by church for a long time. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go; however, this now dear friend introduced me to the next stage of my spiritual development. Something I decided to devote last year to - increasing my spiritual connection between me and my Higher Power. Since that time, I have come to enjoy going to church. This particular church's motto is "no perfect people allowed". Well, heck, sign me up, then. Each week, I am given much food for thought. I enjoy the spiritual and intellectual challenges of the ideas places before me. I am provided with a deeper understanding of my own interconnectedness with myself, the world around me and my sobriety. I hear a sentence here or a line there that reminds me to regain my focus. This focus encourages me to get outside of myself and be a better person; contributing to a better world. Right in the beginning this week, the pastor said a phrase that often comes into AA. "Fake It Until You Make It." I think the very second blog entry I wrote 2 or 3 years ago now was about this exact concept. I had an issue with it in the past, came to a place where I started to agree with it and then, tonight, I shuddered a little bit hearing it again. Initially, I didn't care for this phrase because I felt like the 18 years of my alcoholism was just me being fake all the time, covering for my vices and attempting to convince the outside world that I was doing a whole heck of a lot better than I actually was. The lying, the conning, the manipulating....why on God's green earth would I ever want to fake anything again? The relief I felt walking into that treatment center, where I could be totally honest about where I was at, was one of the most moving moments of my life. I didn't have to juggle fire anymore. I was surrendering and finally able to release some of the stress my life carried at the time. As I moved along in my recovery, I started liking the concept because it started to be about changing thought patterns. I had viewed my life in really negative way and that didn't exactly stop when I stopped drinking. As I started to "fake it" some, I did find that my thought processes were changing. If I smiled more, my days were more positive. When I made an effort to say a nice thing when I didn't want to, I felt better. If I told myself enough times that I was really doing better, I did start to believe it. Psychologists will tell their clients to employ this concept to help cope with depression and anxiety. Scientifically, it has been proven to change the brain chemistry - producing more happy endorphins. Eventually, you can stop "faking it" because you ARE actually happy and doing better which means you "made it". Now, I guess I am at a point in my recovery where I have returned to not wanting to fake much anymore. It takes too much effort and energy to be something that I am not. The term "authentic self" came up. I studied hard when this concept was brought up in DBT. Creating/finding one's authentic self is the bedrock of self-esteem and building a life worth living (very very core concepts of DBT). Who is this authentic self, anyway? The age old question - who am I? What is my purpose? I think the pursuit of the authentic self is much like my experience with the 12 steps. There are avenues and devices to work through to explore values and dreams in one's life. Ultimately, it comes down to making some choices, at least in my experience. While I was hard pressed to find my values while in active addiction, I knew what they were. In early sobriety, I still kinda knew what they were, but I had been living against them for so long that I was convinced that I didn't have them anymore. That's the thing about addiction, though. Leading a dual life - one of the active user who will do anything to anyone to protect the use or get what is needed to continue with using. Then the other person who woke up after the active use wondering "what the hell is wrong with me?" I wouldn't make those choices if I were sober. Having used for as long as I did, I started to believe that my being was just broken. No values, no morals. I was living one way and desiring another way. I needed to choose to make better choices and live within my value system. I battled with myself to redefine those values. In fact, I think I still am in some internal conversations about my values to this day. In the 12 steps, the final 3 steps are about the maintenance of our program. I am to work, on a daily basis, on remaining connected to my Higher Power, to be of service to others and make things right when I have done wrong. I won't say that I am a total rockstar at these steps. I take an inventory on my behavior, but I am not always the first person to jump out there and make an amend for it. It's a character defect, as we call it in AA. It's partially pride, it's partially stubbornness. Ultimately, it's up to me to practice the steps in my daily life. If I don't or if I don't constantly pursue something of value, I can lose my way pretty easily. I believe that I will have an eternal battle within myself about who and what I am suppose to be. I don't necessarily view this as a bad thing. My values have to do with being of service to this world and having a positive impact. I have grand ideals of creating large scale changes about things I care about. On the other side of the coin, I am also a gossiper. I can be judgemental. I can be quick to annoyance or anger in certain situations. I don't find my values and ideals to be compatible with some of the things that make me "me". I can be sarcastic and rude. However, I can be caring and passionate about the health and well-being of others. At the end of the day, I feel like I lived about 70% within my value and 30% of just being the person I am. I have always been that way.... After last weeks little test of myself, I am drawn back into the conversation of the authentic self with yours truly. I am who I am; however, there are things about myself that I would like to change. My values and ideals haven't changed much - maybe expanded even. The disparity between my values and my behaviors has grown in the past year. I had become very negative, discouraged and inconsistent. I didn't say what I meant and I wasn't always meaning what I was saying. What becomes overwhelming to me is the effort that it will take to change these things. I know I can, but some days it feels like it's just better to pull the covers back over my head and hide. Quite frankly, I have fallen back into some old behavioral patterns. While I am safe at my job now, I have a ripple effect going on since I got so triggered and emotional. I have been backsliding for quite some time, I would say maybe for the past 12-16 months. I choose a path of education and training that I believed to match my ideals. As I walked down this path, I think it held a mirror up to myself. We talk about clients who are going to relapse, we talk about someone walking out of the treatment center who overdosed and died, we talk about the client coming back for their 12th treatment. I see lives ruined, hopelessness and despair on a pretty regular basis. Tough crowd to work with, right? What is hard for me, is remembering that I was on that side not very long ago. I don't know if I let enough time lapse between my own experience and pursuing this professionally. It gets to feel a little too raw at times. Mind you, I don't regret this decision. In retrospect, I maybe should have waited for a bit longer before getting into the career. Since beginning to work with clients, my guilt and regret have been pretty strong. I see more clearly the strain and chaos I caused to others. I start reverting to judgemental behaviors in order to protect myself from having to say "you know what? That was me, I did that too. I feel bad about it." However, I chose this field because of the ideals I carry about leaving the world a better place. I still maintain that I have something big to offer in this world and this career, passion or whatever I want to call it is it. I tap into that passion/power regularly in an effort to remind myself why I did this in the first place. I think I have been surprised at my immediate thoughts to jump ship in my inaugural time in the field. I do remember feeling this way when I first started nursing too. I wasn't perfect or the best right away so....I chose my path incorrectly. After 11 years in the nursing field now, I know I am a damn good nurse. I long to feel that way in addictions counseling too. What I need to be careful about is as I move forward to be certain I have an authentic self outside of my career. I am in an interesting place right now. I have devoted significant money and time into a recovery-active career. I am not married, I have no children. I devoted my life to my career and become very unhappy when I am not satisfied in my career. I start to regret the decision to be "career-centric" when the going gets rough. When I graduated from my second treatment, I got feedback from my peers who told me "you have to find something else besides nursing". I had no identity outside of that. I knew nothing else - it was the only thing at that point in my life I was any good at. Because my life is so focused on recovery - both personally and professionally, I am finding that I am hard pressed to identify anything else about myself. Recovery or bust. While that is important, it is a component of my life, not all of my life. What's the point of being in recovery and not doing anything fun in life now that I can enjoy it? I think what I am appreciating about this spiritual journey is the opportunity to look at things like this. I feel like I have been afforded a fabulous opportunity to be connected with others and to my spirituality. MAM and I always have such conversation -- somehow the topic of the week is "just what we needed to hear". KG and I have been exploring our faith together as well as we attempt to find our confidence and place in this world. Both of these ladies and I are working everyday to do the hardest piece of the 12 steps (in my opinion anyway) - Give it over to God. Let God take care of it. There is a purpose and a reason for everything - I believe. It's hard to believe that there is light when things are dark. My belief/faith, though, has been like a little flashlight. I can choose to use it or not. I have chosen in the past not to use the resource sitting right in front of me. However, in this journey of recovery, I have these awesome people who remind me in the darkness that I can flip on my flashlight and the journey will continue on. Peace, J
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Boy oh boy, it has been too long since I have posted a blog entry! It certainly isn't for a lack of things to stay, it has been more of getting used to a 40 hour work week and a commute that went from 8 miles to 50. Long days for sure. I started off the year with a brand new job. THE Job. The "dream" job. Since my job offer in December of 2014, I have been trying to figure out how to get my license transferred from Minnesota to Wisconsin. I have to provide a few boring details about the difference here so you have an idea of what happened here. The IC&RC exam is a national test for drug and alcohol counselors. The test was created in order to have a more national standard and to help facilitate the transfer of credentials between the states. I took this test as a part of my licensing in Minnesota. Past that test in March 2014. Now, in MN, once we file for the application and it's accepted, we are good to go. No additional training hours of supervision are required. Be on your merry way. Independent practitioner. Wisconsin, on the other hand, requires supervised practice for up to three years depending on the level of education. Typically in Wisconsin, people do not take the IC&RC exam until they have complete their supervised hours. There is a tiered system - Substance Abuse Counselor - In Training, Substance Abuse Counselor and Clinical Substance Abuse Counselor. The fancier the title means the more hours of supervised practice that has been completed. 4,000 hours- 7000 hours - something like that. Originally when I call Wisconsin to talk about license transfer, they indicated to me that if I had passed the IC&RC test, I should be able to just apply for the highest level of credentialing. I stated clearly that I do not have that number of supervised hours and was told - as long as I had passed the test, I was good to go. A classmate of mine (MR - I know you read this blog :) told me that he knew for a fact that this was not possible - I would need to come in on the in training level because of the supervised hours thing. I called back again - got the same message that I could. Called my future supervisor and she called the state and got the same message - apply for the highest level, you passed the test already. I attempted to get all the forms to get the highest level of licensure in WI and started to run into the issue with the IR&RC test results. Yes, I had passed the test. Yes, I was licensed in MN, but in order to have the reciprocity from MN to WI, MN requires an application for reciprocity certification that would then allow the transfer to WI. That certification required 6,000 hours of supervised practice. I kept telling everyone (I had started the job now....) I don't have this, they are not going to be able to process the application for the highest level. Mid-January, panic is starting to set in because my supervisors flat out told me they do not hire people at the in-training level and this was going to be a problem, a major one. Well, WI, just like MN, takes forever to process the paperwork. It was three weeks before they even cashed the check. They had 20 days to respond, at which time they did and it still appeared to be processing. We are getting into mid-February now and the administrator is starting to get really irritated that this licensing issue is not resolved. I start throwing out the emails trying to figure out why I was told I could come in at a higher level without supervision. Nobody seemed to know why I was told this and my application was ultimately rejected on February 20th. I needed to apply for the lower level of licensure - the level that they don't hire at. OK, now we can get to the nitty gritty of testing my sobriety. Catchy title, I am aware, just had to give a good background so I can help you to understand my stress level. So, for 2 months, I am orienting to a job I am really happy at. I have these unbelievably awesome co-workers who are so skilled and so talented. I walk in each day feeling like I have been there my whole life and we just have a good time, getting things done. Is it perfect? Oh gosh no, but it is, by far, the best team environment I have ever been in. Mentorship, flexibility, kind hearts, genuinely happy people. In these two months, I had this constant nervousness I was carrying around because deep down, I knew that I was going to have my application rejected. What were they going to do with me then? Was I going to lose this job? The atmosphere was indicated I needed to be very nervous. When I would ask about it, I was met with near silence and heads hanging down. "We just don't know." On the 20th, I was told HR was now involved and there was a significant chance that I was going to need to start looking for a new job. The conversation was hinting at severance pay since none of this was really my fault. I did my due diligence with trying to get the license transferred. Apparently, I am the first person to transfer from MN to WI under these circumstances. Everyone, including me, assumed it was going to go through. Well, it didn't and it was a big problem. I was told, "On Monday, I will tell you for sure." That Friday, I packed up the few things in my office I brought in. I have purposely not brought things in because I feared I was not going to be able to stay. Monday came and went. The constant tossing and turning in my stomach was unbearable. No one could tell me anything. "No response" from the people who had the power to make the decision. I spent the whole weekend on the edge waiting for Monday. Monday - there was no answer. I called in sick on Tuesday because the pressure of waiting around in my office without an answer was too much to bear. I figured it would give them another day to get the answers. I was expecting my answer on Wednesday. I hadn't slept well. I was trying to hold it together. I was applying for new jobs. I was trying to decide whether I should sign another year lease, assuming I would return to working in MN somewhere in the metro area. I was doing some financial planning - thank God for a tax return because it was going to afford me the opportunity to have enough money for a short period to get a new job. I arrived to work on Wednesday. I must have looked like hell because all my coworkers told me that I was looking rough, no color in my face. I nearly ate a pen in our staffing meeting because I had so much nervous anxiety running through my veins. My clinical supervisor went to the administrator and said "You HAVE to tell her something. Look at her." I was told at 1pm (on Wednesday), you will have the answer. I sat in my office, alone, behind a closed door, trying to hold it together. 1:15, 1:30, 1:45 - I had to leave the building for court (my favorite Wednesday activity). I had resigned to the fact that I was, again, not going to know anything. Seriously, people, I was starting to lose it. The anxiety that I was feeling at this point is like nothing I can remember experiencing at any time in my sobriety. Even in the beginning when I was withdrawing, I don't remember it being this bad. I wanted this job so badly. I literally cannot imagine doing anything else. I was desolate looking at the want ads. Questioning if I should have ever done this. Maybe God was telling me that I needed to go back to nursing. In fact, the first two applications I filled out were for LPN positions. The licensing thing was not my fault and it was relayed to me that I was not being held responsible for any of this. They remember me calling in to talk about the potential issues, I did what I should have done. Not one thing about this situation was in my control. I returned from court, beaten up, preparing for the remainder of my day to be in the unknown. Fortunately, the administrator came to talk with me. He was being cautious with the information he was telling me because he didn't want to set up any expectations. I respect him for that but it was killing me. He finally broke down and told me that there might be a solution but could only give me odds of 50-50 that this was going to happen. Well, I was at 2% on Monday, so I would gladly take 50-50 at this point. What needed to happen next was for me to be unavailable at the next staffing which was the following day. The staffing meeting would be to discuss with the other team members if they would be interested in shifting their responsibilities to accommodate me. There are certain things I can do and certain things I cannot do. I would need to take some of the things from them that I could do, and they would need to take the things I was suppose to do but now couldn't. I had very little doubt that this team was going to come out to support whatever needed to change. But I couldn't guarantee anything since it meant changing and maybe more work for them. I made myself unavailable. I started off the day at a meeting in Hudson and just stuck around until I knew the meeting was over. I returned to my office and sat, again, behind a closed door, this time fighting back tears. The pressure was just too much. I considered resigning in an effort to ease my discomfort. One of my coworkers let me know that I was OK to attend this next meeting. Their meeting was over, although the conversation in that meeting was about me and what this might mean. It would have been more comfortable to not have attended that meeting. It was making me realize the extent to which I was putting a wrench into things because of this licensing. I left on Thursday, knowing I had my team's support. However, when push came to shove, the only thing that really mattered was the bottom line. Because I would be limited in the scope of practice under this new license, would those limitation impede me from generating enough revenue to pay for my own position? I just didn't know the answer to that. Neither did anyone else. Let me tell you how weird it was to sit in that meeting and hear things like, "Well, if they let her stay...." and "If they have to let her go, then what?" I had resigned to the fact that I would not know until early this week about my future. I arrived at work on Friday and started talking with my clinical supervisor. I had made a comment "well, hopefully, I will know something next week...." Our administrator has freaky hearing capabilities. He heard me say that I popped in to discuss where things were at. After several rounds of negotiations, the higher ups decided it was worth keeping me there. The cost of my limitations were "negligible" on the fiscal budget. The team agreed to the changes. I was fine with the assignment change. It was over. In 2 sentences, it was over. Being the counseling types, they both were asking me "how do you feel?" I expressed my deepest gratitude of course. "It was a dark time, for you, Julie. We could see it." To which my response was "it's because I want this job so badly. I would have been devastated to lose it. Especially when it had nothing to do with me. If I lost it because I suck or it's bad fit, that's one thing...." Dark, indeed. During these 7 days of horror, I will admit, I was getting thirsty. That's the AA way of saying, I was thinking about it. Not only thinking about drinking, giving some serious consideration to returning. In the previous week, I was doing a presentation about relapse prevention - "When we start to glamorize previous use, we are in trouble. Play that scenario all the way through. What will you gain? Will things really get better? What happened the last time you picked up? Was it as awesome as you were really remembering it to be?" I started feeling anger welling up in me. One thing I did do was to connect with friends and family. I needed to stay connected. I could tell, however, that I was in a rotten place. I got so many positive, encouraging words and I just wanted to throw in the towel. Screw it, I'm done. I am stupid for even having tried this whole counseling thing....what's the point? I hate...I hate...I hate....Resentment breeds relapse, for sure. I applaud my brave friends and family who flat out asked me - are you still sober? How are you doing? It's a hard question to ask. For me, though, I am so happy they asked. In the world of recovery, it is so easy to stay inside my head. I am thinking these things about relapsing, but knowing that I could never do it. I was in the stinkin' thinkin' mode. A drink wasn't going to make it any better. I was playing that tape all the way through. I wasn't going to throw it all away. But, I was thinking about it. It made me feel 1,000 times better when I said - OUT LOUD - to someone, "trust me, I have been thinking about it, but I have not." Saying it out loud takes the power out of those thoughts. It's like a balloon deflating. The pressure increases and increase.....I let it out, gone, just about that fast too. When I talked with an old classmate tonight, I think I summarized it well: "That was a true test of my sobriety. I can't think of another time since getting sober which was that stressful. I made it through - not terribly gracefully - but I made it." I tried to remind myself throughout that week that it was actually a blessing that it was taking so long because it meant they were trying to working something out. The easy answer would have been to just cut me loose. While I am eternally grateful for that now, in the moment, the stress was too much to take and all I could think of was resigning. If I resigned, I was done with counseling. If I was done with counseling, I could return to drinking. These are the thoughts of someone barrelling towards relapse. It's about not being able to deal with intense emotions. It's wanting them to stop, at any cost, and having them stop right now. Fortunately for me, all of this stayed only at the thought level. There were no actions taken. It was that intense for 7 days. Had it gone on for much longer though, it would have been harder and harder to stop the actions from coming. I did find, however, that once I had some information, some direction, instead of crawling on the ceiling, at least I was on the side wall now, just a few feet of of the ground. I had been carrying anxiety for several weeks leading up to my 7 days of torture. I think I did a decent job of trying to manage that stress, but it was hard to let it go. The AA/recovery slogans were being hurled at me from every direction - "Let go, Let God", "Turn it Over", "It's out of your control", " one day at a time". What I find so interesting - I didn't want to hear any of it. A little part of me was wishing I would just lose the job. Part of that would have been the relief of having an answer, but the other part of that was an addicted brain which had been triggered finding a weak moment to pop up. I was able to internalize some of those messages and they often pulled me back from the edge, whether I was willing to admit that during that time period or not. This week was a far cry from last week. Everything is in a much better place. I have to admit that I am still a little on-guard about the job.I have a small residual fear that something else might happen. I think that is general paranoia after coming off of such an intense situation. I don't think I will rest 100% comfortably until this new application is processed. I sent it off earlier this week. Lord know how long it will take to process this time around. I have been resting at least 95% comfortably now. So much improvement. I want to thank my family and friends for coming to the aide of a very disheveled Julie. Your support is one of the main reasons I got sober, stayed sober and want to continue to be sober. ...and being sober is everything to me |
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