Week 13 - Fri, June 12, 2020 - Streak: 0 days
@Karan050 Love that quote
Relapsed today, poor judgement and foolish decisions. I worked through it in my daily journal. But honestly I’m feeling great today, because I haven’t survived the urges directly after a relapse for a long long time, and maybe only a few times. Those are always the hardest. But I did it today, and they were hard, very hard. They pretty much had sealed my fate in telling me that I would relapse. And I’ve always believed it and relapsed a second time. But not today. I stopped myself and said “why the hell should I listen to you? Who’s telling me I have to relapse? No one. So then why the hell am I doing it? How is relapsing to ease the pain of a relapse going to help? How is seeking the sickness going to help alleviate my sick feelings from the sickness? It’s ridiculous. I will not relapse tonight, I am better than this, and no, this does not define me, no I’m not worthless and a piece of trash for relapsing. I am going to be productive today despite my feelings of lethargy.”
Basically I did what I used to, as the negative thoughts came in, I recognized them, acknowledged them by stating them back to myself, and countered them. It’s funny because I can already feel the power of the thoughts fall apart when I restate them to myself, because they are fundamentally flawed and stupid.
What was different this time though? Why was I able to tune in to my inner thoughts. I’m not quite sure yet, but I think it was the intense feelings of wanting change that come right after a relapse that helped me to push past the facade of my reasoning (that I should relapse again). I wouldn’t accept that that was the right way to approach my sadness. Now replicating this will definitely prove difficult, but I think the biggest factor in doing it is not settling for less, to stop caring about anything else but improving my life. Forget the homework, forget my laziness.
So anyway, the rest of the day was spent really well. I did all of my arm workouts, finished a bit more of my work (but I realized it was better to stop for the day), and I cooked dinner for my family (tator tot casserole), and actually started producing the bare bones of a song that I’m somewhat proud of so far. I feel so happy about all of these things, I improved myself, I pushed past the mundane pieces of life despite my lethargy. I really didn’t feel like doing any of it after the relapse, I didn’t feel like I was capable anyway, but I said hell I’ll do it anyway. And look at that, I accomplished a lot!
Maybe that’s the key, to say hell to whatever the addictive mindset wants you to do and do something new, something wild to improve yourself (I guess cooking isn’t wild, especially tator tot casserole, but it sure was important and tasty to me). The addiction wants us to stay in our ruts, stay in our mindsets of slavery, and to not think outside of the box. It wants us running in circles playing games with ourselves. But maybe we don’t have to play that game, and changing the pace allows us to identify just what kinds of games it’s playing.
Anyway, just some thoughts for today. It’s a late night, but I’m happy and it was well worth it.
Goodnight guys
“We are addicted to our thoughts. We cannot change anything if we cannot change our thinking.”