sobriety Tag

The holiday season can be a particularly difficult time for those in recovery and for their families. During this time of year everyone has high expectations, busier schedules and there are increased social gatherings and travel. People in recovery are often distracted during this time of year and attend fewer Alcoholics Anonymous meetings and parents may be attending less Al-Anon meetings.

I had always seen the holidays as an amazing and magical time when I was a child. Getting to see extended family members who I hadn’t spoken with in awhile, the house being lit up with all sorts of lights and music and the energy that exuded from people was contagious. I could feel the energy throughout my home and see it in the faces of my friends with the anticipation of presents.

Peace after chaos.  Peace at the holidays.  It has been years since our family felt peace and the excitement of looking forward to family time at the holidays. This year with both of my boys embracing sobriety, we have peace and it feels amazing.

The holiday season can be a joyful as well as a stressful time for anyone. For alcoholics and addicts in recovery though, it is commonly thought of as a time where addiction relapse happens more frequently. Is there any truth to this belief?

The road to recovery for me has been a long one. I was sixteen the first time I tried to get sober and twenty-five when I entered rehab this last time.

I have been trying to get sober now for five years and until this time around I was never able to fully grasp recovery. I started using drugs when I was very young. I started out like many others, just smoking weed with my friends, but little did I know it would grow into so much more.

     I found marijuana in my son's room when he was seventeen. This was following odd behavior, like offering to walk the dog. Mom's look for those signs of maturing and being helpful and considerate, but in our son's case this was not maturing. It was just one of the many ways he would find to get away and medicate. 

The catalyst for my sobriety began with a pregnancy test. The poetic irony in that instant was that I – someone who was entirely incapable of showing up for my own life – became someone who must show up for another human being’s life.