An Addicts Help

I feel like I haven’t had much time lately to sit and truly express myself like I have been and last night something just pulled at my little heart strings and I knew I had to get it out.

My husband drinks. Every day. Like clock work. Yes, as a recovering addict this could be triggering but surprisingly, I do not crave alcohol as much as I craved my other drugs of choice. Maybe it is because hes my husband and that he is so good to me, that I hadn’t let it bother me much.

Recently my husband has been experiencing some slight health issues and of course my first thoughts are “you need to lose the friggin’ beer!” Oh, but how ironic of me right?! The same man who begged me for years to to put down the booze, not because of my health but for the sake of our family. And here I am preaching to him about the affects of alcohol. Sheesh.

My thought process was ‘how much better my mind and body feels being sober’, and that he would too. Besides that, if we do not learn and grow together there is always going to be miscommunication somewhere…right?! But look how long it actually took me to realize that on my own? Literally years.

It is quite different once the tables are turned. I mean, take my journey for example…Inpatient rehab, outpatient rehab, AA meetings and church was never even enough for me…what the hell are my words going to do for him?! I see now why there are so many different approaches to this. There is never really one good answer.

I have seen what alcohol seemingly does to the body. I sat and watched it turn my my strong independent mother into a frail, bed ridden, dying woman. Yet again, that was not enough for me to stray away from it. Sadly, that was just my beginning for a downward spiral with alcohol and drugs.

I have also seen the resilience in my husbands approach to steering me out of that life. He never gave up on me, and knew I was still worth being saved. I’ll be damned if I don’t return the favor, and help him become a better him. But how?!

Now I am nowhere saying my husband is anything like me. No, not at all. His behavior when he drinks never seems to change. He is not self destructive like I was. He doesn’t go out and ruin his life every time he drinks. And he still wakes up each morning (gets a little harder these days) and works his ass off. The kind of “drinker” I tried to be.

I often ask him if he has ever experienced some sort of “ah ha” moment or “awakening” in life and always get the same answer. “I’ve always been the same, just me.” I only ask because I hadn’t experienced this either until I really got sober. If only I could take what I have experienced with becoming sober and show him how much more peaceful it has made my mind become. I know persistence is key with him. Nagging probably doesn’t help, but man is that easy for me! haha.

Either way, I only want the best and to experience more of this crazy life with a happier and healthier husband. I guess deep down I always knew I wanted to help others with these struggles, who knew I would start right here at home.

Share Your Story

Living life on life’s terms is hard. It is hard to accept some of the things that happen to us. We want to rush through life or have an answer for everything. For what? The end result is the same for all of us. But what we endure along the way, makes us each so different.

Whether we eat healthy, work out and do all of the “right” things…there is no telling what will happen next. Life is so odd that way.

This is why I am so interested in everyone’s “story”. We all have one. Good or bad, I find each person so unique given the story behind them.

Life gives each of us a personal book. Full of twists and turns, humor and dark chapters. Some more than others. Honestly, sometimes I kick myself for not asking my mom to write more about her life because boy, was she a wild one.

I am not someone you would pin as “loud and outgoing”. No, I am more of the “read your emotions” kind. Or, a people watcher. Watcher of all the people, if ya will. (Haha)

I can sit in a mall and give each person a back story just solely based on their actions I see. Yes, I know I am probably never right. But isn’t it fun to guess? I think we all hit a point in life where we just wonder what the heck we are here for. What is the point in all of this? But I suppose that is the beauty of living life on “life’s terms“. We never know what is happening next for us really. I guess this is why I chose to start sharing my story. A story in which almost ended way too early. Maybe one day my children will read the things I have wrote and understand mom was just as human and full of emotion just as anyone else. We are all in this crazy roller coaster ride of life together and sometimes we just need to feel like our story is worth being told. Yes, we are all human and share the same emotions. But I am interested in what made you the way you are. The things that make you, YOU.

So, tell me a part of your story you are proud of . Heck, even something you may not be proud of, but it made you who you are.

Because our stories are meant to be shared.

-Lyndsi

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Finding Peace Anywhere

Lately I have been feeling pretty overwhelmed. As you know, living in a camper can get that way. In the midst of preparing for a layoff, finding home school balance and now Christmas…it’s easy to feel like it’s all too much.

This past weekend my husband finally had a full weekend off and after all of our camper errands were ran he wanted to show us what he has been working on this entire time we have been in Nevada. I might not have mentioned it much but my husband is a Crane Operator and helps change the look of our landscape. (Its way cooler to say it that way!) He has been a part of the building of a wind farm in Arizona for the last six months. (Also, this is a terrible photo but one I took myself.)

Terrible photo of Wind Turbines

Mind you, I have never in our 8 years of marriage EVER been interested in what he does. The endless conversations he has with co-workers are 99% about cranes or wind turbines and I never took any interest in listening. Until now.

These things are massive…the cranes they use are massive and to be honest I guess my mind has never been as clear as it is these days (chalk that right up to drugs and alcohol) to really understand all of this. We pass these wind farms all the time knowing my husband helps build them, but it has never really clicked I guess. He gets to help build these structures that change the layout of landscape for our future.

We drove through the park looking up at all of these turbines turning, listening to the incredible sound they make as the huge fan blades whoosh through the air. My husband was in his happy place. The excitement in his words as he explained each and every part was enough to make my little heart explode! I was finally listening. Not only was I listening, but I was soaking in each and every detail he gave us. I finally understand his fascination with cranes and building these enormous structures. I wanted to learn, I wanted to hear what he had to say.

I felt a certain peace just being there with them and learning about something I have been around for years now.

Becoming a better me has benefited not only myself as a person but everything around me seems to be a little more clear. I no longer have this incredible feeling of absolute guilt every day for something I have done or some terrible brain fog that I can’t shake. My brain seems to understand more and take things in more easily. I enjoy the small things I used to take for granted. I enjoy listening, and taking in new things. The exact opposite of who I once was.

As we left his job site we came across one of the most amazing double rainbows I had ever seen. I couldn’t help but to think I am exactly where I need to be in my life right now. Sober, clear headed and HERE for my husband and kids.

Staying off drugs and alcohol has probably been one of the most toughest parts of my adult life (so damn hard!), but it has been one of the most rewarding for sure.

-Lyndsi