Day 63 of continuing recovery
In one day last week three people used the word “antidote” with me. Since then I’ve been pondering antidotes.
It all started with my sponsor. She heard me say that I was worrying a lot. In unfocused moments — walking the dog, washing the dishes, taking a shower — images of possible future catastrophes were popping up. My sponsor said that preparation is the antidote to worry. And then we talked about what I could do to prepare.
Later that morning a fellow 12-step member in the recovery program related to money heard me say that I used to think I was intuitive about money and now I know that I’m just vague. She said clarity is the antidote to vagueness. I started writing down everything I spend.
I was coming home from the day’s errands and feeling a bit low. I did something that helped me so much. I reached out to a program fellow and in the conversation I tracked back those low feelings to a trip I took at the gym. I tripped and dove for a nearby couch. I wasn’t hurt at all, but it was a bit dramatic and several people leapt to help me up. How embarrassing, not to mention re-traumatizing. As I talked to my friend it became clear that I was in a mood of self pity. I kept thinking, my senses and my body are not reliable. Poor me. My friend said that self care is the antidote to self pity. I reflected on all that I am doing as self care and felt much better.
Holy Toledo! Three antidotes in one day!
Other antidotes I’ve practiced include:
Thinking about the vastness of the universe and time as an antidote to self absorption.
“That’s not my food…” as an antidote to craving flour and sugar.
Viewing every moment as a miracle as the antidote to boredom.
Antidotes have been helping me all week. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Other antidotes out there?
Love & Light,
Valerie