There are parts of me that are resisting recovery at every turn. Like having a little devil on my right shoulder whispering into my ear about how it would be alright if I engaged in my addictions a few more times just for the hell of it. I don't engage with it, but that does not mean that the thoughts do not occur to me.
As miserable as addiction can be, there is comfort in its familiarity.
And recovery takes me far outside of my comfort zones. I think about my past mistakes and I start to feel unworthy of recovery and the growth and happiness that comes along with it.
When I am alone, by myself in my apartment, I find myself constantly dwelling on what I lived through when I was a child. People in the fellowship are telling me that I should just "let it go", and they are right, all of that happened over two decades ago. Yet I obsess over past traumas, and I find letting it go to be an impossibility most of the time. I am perpetually stuck here, and it is not where I need to be. My past abusers still have power over me in that respect.
When I am alone, I am alone with an insane person. I do not like being alone in my own skin at all.
Not sure what else to add to this. Most of this has already been said previously. But now it is 11:30pm, I am facing a bout of insomnia, and I have to try to get some sleep since I have to be at the office several hours from now. Lovely.