Not14 wrote on 04 Oct 2010 19:30:
29!
can someone enlighten me as to why im not finding it a struggle? (apart from the odd ocassion)
thanx
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As an addict, I'm all about "feelin' good". I didn't get; I deserve it; I'm entitled; and anyway I'm sad, glad, mad, scared, bored, hungry, angry, lonely, tired (HALT), whatever. I just want my feel goods Gimme! I'll beg, sneak, manipulate, control, whine, suffer, rage, lie, hide. Whatever it takes... Gimme my luv!
Then I somehow get to GYE. And I get clean. It's a miracle. I couldn't stop for even one day, and now I'm racking up the days. It FEELS SO AMAZINGLY GOOD TO BE FREE. I'm on auto pilot and lovin it. Chizuk, friends, I'm not alone anymore, not hiding and keeping secrets, not wasting tons of hours with an obsession that makes me feel horrid. Davening with kavanoh. Leyning again. Life is good. It's so easy, too. I just don't have the urges any more, maybe a little, but nothing that's difficult to handle. It's a mechiyah, I'm alive again.
8) cool tov so far.
120 days clean. Yea!
Then my dog dies. My new dog runs away. The IRS tells me I owe them, and then tells me I owe them some more, and then I scream at a neighbor that's been hawking me for months, and then, I was mean and controlling to my 17 year old boy. It was just all too much. I COULDN'T STAND HOW SCARED AND OUT OF CONTROL AND ALONE I FELT. "I'll just take a peek. I gotta. I can't stand this feeling." ... Fell down went boom. GYE??? What "GYE"???.
Thats's not going to help this intense FEELING.
So here's some things I've been thinking about on this my second clean streak of now about 20 days, hoping that somehow they'll relate to your question. Some Gadol on this site wrote, "yiddishkeit isn't about feeling good" (anybody know who first said it?). and I think Bard added, "yiddishkeit isn't about feeling good, it's about serving Hashem." I forgot that. It was so easy to forget that. After all, I was davening with such focus and feeling. Geshmach! But... I forgot.
This climb this time is hard. Life just keeps coming at me, one test after the next. And the best I can do is sit in a puddle sometimes and just have a talk with Him. Feel his "zeidah arms" his love and patience and understanding. This time, thanks to suggestions by such gaonim like ZemirosShabbos and Ur-a-jew and others, I try to do little things, gmilut chasadim, try to daven on time, and bench right after. It's hard not because of the lust urge. But because of the "It's-all-about-me" urge, that always goes to that first fantasy, the first lingering look.
I'm learning to give up on feeling entitled to feel good (Bez"H, bli neder, and bli ayin harah. ptooey, ptooey, ptooey) . and with life coming at me like it is, the only FEEL GOOD there is left is sitting in my little puddle with my Tatti holding me. When I remember, there's nothing more I could ask for. He'll straighten things out between me and my son, my dog came back, the IRS...well, the IRS is the IRS. But when I remember, I have the FEELING I've looked for all my life. In His arms. Happy to carry His briefcase. Cuz it's my
Tatti's briefcase! I'm a little shtarker being the eraser monitor. I don't get too high and I don't get too low. And I remember more this time. It's not about me feeling good or tragic. It's about serving Hashem. And sometimes that feels good, and sometimes it doesn't really feel like much at all. Doesn't matter.
May Hashem continue to take you from coiach l'coiach. May your days and weeks and months of sobriety become years and decades and a life so full of Torah and Mitzvos that your heart shines like Avraham Avinu's for all who look upon you.
I'm sorry for such a long post. So many guys post about getting blindsided by the yh. It didn't help me to know that. Looking back, I guess I Probably I wrote this for me. I guess it's still "all about me". Back to work. Hotzlocho.