The Last Words I Ever Say

Does it matter what you say? No it doesn’t, as long as you do not care about the words you use or the thoughts you express.

Not thinking about my actions is old school bullshit. And my actions include what I have to say. Living as an active alcoholic, I largely said what I thought would help me the most. The problem with this was my thoughts were based on immature, self-centered ideas that were largely devoid of any wisdom. I became good at lying to myself and others. I wouldn’t say words became cheap, but they increasingly become less concerned about anyone elses’ welfare. Words were very valuable and useful to me. I used them to help me get what I wanted. And getting what I needed was of the ultimate importance in my increasingly narcissistic world.

Getting sober it was important to learn and practice being honest. No more lying, at least all the time – I think it is extremely rare that anyone becomes totally honest and I am still no saint. I made dramatic progress in being more careful about what I said to people. I, like any sobering drunks, even took pride in my new found ability to act so righteously – I was not always lying most of the time!

This was a great achievement in light of where my actions had been when I was drinking. Yet this could not be the end of my working on how I talk to other people. Many children begin to mature by rising to the level I had now achieved. Therefore I had achieved parity in my communication skills with someone half my age.

Words have power. They can express intent, emotion, and suggest future possibilities. Being positive, loving, and optimistic is a far cry from being judgmental, angry and despairing. My state of mind and my words have real power to influence both how I feel and how people I interact with feel. If I am in a foul mood, I may talk in a gloomy manner. This in turn can make me feel depressed. I think you can also appreciate it can be unnerving to be around someone in a foul mood. The opposite is of course true too. Through prayer and practice I can work at being more positive and upbeat in my thoughts and actions. It can be inspiring to be around someone who is upbeat, full of love, and has that special spiritual gleam in their eye.

Working on what I have to say to others is an extremely important part of improving myself. The side effects are of course momentous. What I put out to the world tends to come back to me tenfold. The Prayer of St. Francis offers but one way of focusing on working towards making my actions more positive.

I’m sure most of what I have already said makes sense to a sober drunk. Lets though take this out of an abstract form of thinking about such things. Here is a story to help you focus and think about why it may matter what you say and why you should care how you interact with other people. I think this might have a bigger impact in driving home what I am trying to convey.

A young girl was on the train to Auschwitz, and yes it was during that horrible time. The train was on its way to the death camp. This teenage girl was with her eight year old brother. He sat next to her on the train. They had already been separated from their parents. She looked down and noticed her brother’s shoes were gone. Her reaction was to be upset and she scolded him. In a loud and forceful tone. “Why are you so stupid, can’t you keep your things together?”

These words turned out to be that last she ever spoke to her brother. Soon thereafter they were separated and never saw each other again. He did not survive the camp.

When she walked out of Auschwitz, a rare survivor, she made a decision. She vowed to never say anything that couldn’t stand as the last thing she ever said.

This story is from a talk given by Benjamin Zander. He is an impassioned and positive person, that feels strongly about teaching people to appreciate classical music. He is a conductor but he also gives talks, and speaks to people, all over the world. You can see one of these talks here.

Wishing you all the best in sobriety,
AA Blogger

It drives me crazy

Tradition Eleven

Our public relations policy is based on attraction rather than promotion; we need always maintain personal anonymity at the level of press, radio and films.

There are no rules in AA, but one of our twelve suggestions states that we should remain anonymous when it comes to the press. This means that your name and the fact you are a member of AA should not appear together in the same news story. There are a LOT of good reasons for this, which I won’t get into, but clearly someone that is sober for sixteen years should know better. Why then would a sober drink with that much time publish an opinion letter, about alcoholism and drinking no less, in the NYT? This is what has happened today.

My opinion? This guy is a real asshole to have written what he did AND include the fact that he is a member of Alcoholics Anonymous. To top it all off, I’ll bet he thinks he is being slick because he writes

I know this is a sensation shared by other drunks because every time I enter an Alcoholics Anonymous room, I am struck not by the expressions of guilt or defiance or even boredom that I see.

Gee, he never said he was a member of AA, did he?

I also find his writing rather off putting for a lot of other reasons. I think this, I think that, blah, blah, blah. Doctors, science, reactions, emotions…what a mess of things to throw together in a short piece about drinking. One of the many big lessons dealing with the alcoholism has taught me is that is that there are a lot of things I don’t know jack shit about. I have my experience, and I know what works for me, but in the end alcohol for me and for those like me can be a horrible, inexplicable thing. It defies logic. Anyone who is an alcoholic and writes things about alcoholism with the knowing air he presents in this article is both arrogant and stupid.

He even talks up that fact that if he was getting sober today he might be able to drink just a little during the holiday season. This is not only unwise, it is just flat out wrong. This butthead puts on airs about how much he knows about alcoholism, then says he might be able to drink? WTF? This provides way to much unnecessary fuel to someone that is looking for any excuse possible to justify drinking. Nice going. In all humility many of us know that it does not matter what we say or do, a drunk is going to do what he wants. You could say then it does not matter that this was printed. I think if one person reads this and gets that extra help he needs to go take that drink and go nuts, say geting in a car drunk and killing himself or someone else, then this is some cause and effect here. Maybe if they didn’t read that it may have not lead to them drinking just at that time…..

There is more, but I should stop here. Except I won’t. My guess is this guy feels very proud of himself this morning. He was published in the NYT. I earnestly pray he does not celebrate by talking himself into taking that first drink he wrote about. Any alcoholic that is not drinking should remain that way, in my opinion, regardless of whether they are an ass or not.

Anyone that writes about alcoholism like this in a public way should do one of two things. Either you publish under the name Anonymous and talk about AA, and say you don’t represent AA but am merely speaking as a sober drunk, or publish under your name and do not give the slightest hint about your involvement in AA. In fact don’t even mention its existence. Otherwise you try to be slick like this guy did.

You also don’t talk about all this guy did, talk about AA, and then add in someone else’s name like Xyy Xxxx (famous celebrity) to the mix. The problem is not labeling Xyy as an alcoholic but indirectly insinuating he is involved with AA. The logic of this follows along these lines – you write about drinking and alcoholism, talk about AA, then talk about someone else being an alcoholic. In some peoples minds you have just linked that person to AA, whether you like it or not or whether it is true or not. This guy is a published author so he should know about this, regardless of the seeming innocuous intent you could claim he had in writing what he did. Now lots of people talk about Xyy, and he himself will say he is an alcoholic. Yet Xyy does not go around talking about AA, as far as I know. Despite the fact he is actually in AA!

Obviously I feel strongly about this tradition. I want to freely talk about myself and being a member of AA. So I remain anonymous on this blog. Some people think my doing so is dumb. I’m just hiding or something. No. I think the eleventh tradition applies to us here on the web too. But this is just my opinion. I do not represent AA nor do I speak for Alcoholics Anonymous. I am just another member of AA, grateful for having been helped to live and experience many years of sobriety. And hoping to do what I can to help other alcoholics to not drink, whether they are in AA or not. My definition of this does not include publishing opinion pieces in major newspapers that say things like (I’m paraphrashing here)

if I was getting sober today, with all that is know today about alcholism, it might be possible that I could have a drink or two around the holidays without it causing me to releapse

Wow. I’ll end there. That last bit kind of leaves me without words at the moment.

Enjoy the holidays. Wishing you all the best in sobriety,
AA Blogger

21

Today is the 21st anniversary of my sobriety. Amazing!

It is still chilling to remember this time, twenty-one years ago now, and what that was like. I so fervently hope I never have to feel and experience most of what happened, and how I felt then, ever again.

The ironic thing is in the midst of all of what happened I had a profound spiritual experience.  During the fleeting few minutes that it occurred I was more at peace than I have ever been in my life. It was a palpable ease and lightness. The best way I can describe it is that I felt like I was sitting in the palm of God’s hand – and I knew it. That explanation of what it was like though is all retrospective in that I didn’t even believe in God then. I had no idea what had happened was a spiritual experience, or what that meant, or how deeply I had been changed. The immediate benefit was a sense that I knew I could not drink or drug anymore and, as I was to discover, the obsession had been lifted from me. That was of course good.

The few minutes of intense peace I had that night were framed by strange and very opposite feelings and experiences. I had just been revived, through someone giving me CPR, and I had been gone. Dead. The three people around me were very freaked out – yet I was fully enveloped in a feeling of total peace. I could not figure out why they looked so pained and worried. I knew everything was more than all right. Why didn’t they know this too? Everything was fine now and into the future.

Then my few minutes of having my senses about me in a way I never had before, and in someways have never had since, ended. The ambulance, the hospital, a night in intensive care. Not fun. The sense of peace was long gone.

My first sober day was spent in the hospital. Horrible. I laid there and thought about how badly I had failed in life. How could I live now that I could no longer drink or drug? Like it says in the Big Book – I could not imagine life with or without it. I felt so much fear, self-loathing, guilt, and remorse. It was numbing, like a huge weight bearing down on me.

Easily the most horrible day of my life, that day in the hospital. It was my nadir. I could not know it would mark the beginning of my ascent from hell back into the land of the living. Sane, spiritual, love-filled living. Something that bears no likeness to the mess that my old life was.

It is easy to imagine that my old self died when I died that night. But it didn’t. A different me was forged from that experience, along with the Grace I was given by having some powerful changes take place in my attitude and outlook. Yet the old me is only an elbow’s reach away. I have no doubt. Despite all the blessings, good people around me today, the tools I have at my disposal, God in my life, and all the rest – I could still be right back into that dark despair and fear in no time at all.

It would only take me taking a drink….one is never enough for me….and I left off at a place that when I drank I had no idea what was going to happen. Other than what did happen was more and more consistently something unpleasant, bad, and unsustainable. Stuff like dying. That is what awaits me. Any day, any year that I want to pick up again. It doesn’t matter when. My guess is that old me will only be able to give up waiting for me to drink again when I do die, and stay dead, at some point in the future.

Today I can feel especially grateful that God, AA, my friends and family, and other things have all helped me continually kick that old me into the gutter and keep him out of my way. It is so nice to live, have normal living problems, and have love be a part of my life.

So good to be sober!

Wishing you all the best in your sobriety,
AA blogger