Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Inspirational Journal-Week Four

Aspirations

My sponsor. She has shared her story with me, and she has overcome so much. She has a very similar past as mine, and she was able to overcome everything, and she is just so happy now. Has two kids, is married has a huge house. She works two jobs, and volunteers and manages to take on me as a sponsee. I honestly, do not know how she does it everyday. How she can sit there and see or hear me struggling and not get triggered. How she can run around all day and still be home at a decent time to spend time with her family. She just has this way about her, like everything isn't about her, and it's out of her control so why worry about it? She takes everything that comes to her and relaxes and breathes and gets through it. She makes it seem so easy, which she tells me it's simple but not easy. I don't know how to explain, I don't want to say mellow but she just seems to have everything together. And when you see her smile, you just know that it's a smile and not a mask. She also showed me that you can trust people.




This woman knows more than all the therapists I had combined, and someone confronted her and she told me about it. I trust her enough to have contact with my therapist now and everytime, she tells me, "Hey denise called me this is what was said " Or "Do you mind if I call back?" She the one person I know who if you tell her something, she is not going to tell anyone unless you say it's okay. She can be blunt and forceful at times, but I just have to accept it that she feels it is what I need. Like when I went to ABA, she gave me a "gentle shove" (her words- to me it wasn't gentle) to share with the group, and I did and she was right, I felt amazing after I did and more connected to this world. She just always has everyone's best interest in mind, while still being able to take care of herself. She thinks everyone is as equally important unlike me who everyone is more deserving or in need than I am. I have really lucked out with having this amazing person part of my journey and for my life.

Inspirational Journal-Week Three

My influences.

Hmmm. I would say the ones who influence my actions would number one be my mom and "dad".  I don't know why, but they seem to play a big part whenever I talk to them. I mean I know it's not a huge deal but when I was applying for colleges, I decided to go to the college that my mom wanted me too, and not the one I wanted to. Her reasoning was because the scholarship was much higher where I only have to pay nine dollars a semster, plus books. Which I was lucky, it worked out because I love my school and can't wait to go back. I was in a peer cousloring group, about to be secertary when the nurse (leader of the group) confronted me saying that I needed to get help. Honestly, thinking about it now, the only reason I wanted to go to this other school was for the living in a dorm to be completely in my ed, but it just wouldn't have worked out for me. Like I can't study with people around me. But still it was a decision that should have been mine to make.

As for my dad, I do not drink at all because of him, and what it has done to him. I also do not allow myself to feel anytime of anger. Something everyone tells me that I need to work on.

Anyway enough about the bad influences in my life. Now to the good.

I would say, Jen (sponsor) and everyone in ABA and EDA and the girls at the treatment centers I went to. Jen has 15 years of recovery and she just always knows how to help me, whether it's giving advice or just listening to me. She gives me so much hope that I too can get better, and that it's one baby step at a time. Everyone else in ABA, EDA and treatment they either relate so much to me that I feel like im not so alone, and im not so crazy. Or they are struggling, and I can give them advice but it makes me realize that I need to listen to myself sometimes.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Inspirational Journal-Week Two

What is your favorite childhood memory?

How my mom would go all out for holidays, not for the gifts but because of my mom doing everything possible to make us believe in something. For Christmas, she would get this white powder and make footprints and hoof prints all in our living room. And get rid of the milk and cookies. She would also leave a present outside our bedroom doors to keep us occupied so we wouldn't wake her up as fast. She just tried so hard. She wanted us to believe so much. To have faith in something. To make it special for us.




I'm sorry I know this is really short and pretty stupid but that is all I remember from my childhood. Well that and the abuse that went on. Everything else is just this gap of time =/