Sometimes I have to realize that life is not always perfect, nor is it meant to be, and sometimes we face big mountains of problems. Once we climb that mountain, we feel accomplished, until we realize we have to keep going. We can't just stop once we think something is finished.
That's kind of how I've been feeling these past few weeks (hence no update-- apologies)
I thought everything was "back to normal" and I know I shouldn't use such words, but I did think everything was perfect, until it all went down the gutter about two weeks ago. Guess what, my qualifier has relapsed, only this time it's conveniently before a big visit for a family members birthday in a few weeks.
Today I was I at work. Minding my own business and getting bogged down with work when my phone rings, and for some reason I felt compelled to answer, even though thanks for caller id I already knew who it was. Can I say I was honestly surprised when I had a person yelling at me over the phone? No. Would I have been disappointed if it was a calm conversation? Yes. This might sound strange, however, I would have been happier had it be a conversation I had been expecting, rather than a nice one that only got my hopes up further.
So how do we, children, spouses, family and friends of addicts keep going when everything goes wrong? Personally, remembering the good does not do much, it only makes me more upset and long for change. Instead, even though it hurts, I have to see through the trials and accept them for what they are. I know if I keep my head on straight, and my nose out of their business one day they will see the light. I can only pray that the day comes soon.
I suppose it is crucial for us not to loose hope when things go wrong-- and instead be optimistic that one day things will be better and be as "perfect" as they can be.
I hope that day happens for you soon.
Love,
Anonymous