Warning, long post!
So my girlfriend and I had plans to go camping yesterday, but a big rain storm halted those. It was very beneficially however, as it afforded me time to reflect on my sobriety and life.
One thing that really hit me was the fact that my old friend Jean came to visit us recently, and he's now earning $35 a hour, super happy, and he and his wife are talking about having a child!
Why did this hit me so hard? Well, Jean and I have been friends for 9 years, and for most of that time he was very depressed, homeless at times, living in the bushes, giving away all his worldly possessions "because nothing in life matters", was a hardcore alcoholic, back in highschool he was a total social outcast, and generally just had a LOT of problems.
I used to feel so very sorry for him, because he always had a heart of gold and a very brilliant mind and unique personality, it just seemed like he did not fit into this world. I used to try to protect him and guide him.
NOW he's killing it: like I said, amazing job, wife, possibly a kid on the way, and he's just so happy. I realized that now I am jealous of him!
Don't get me wrong, of course I am so very happy for him! I was his Best Man at his wedding, and I always wished to see him this happy, but yeah, I was jealous.
At first I felt very sad: I am 27 years old, and all my old friends are making lots of money, getting married, having kids...it just seems like they've "made it" (although of course they all have their own issues and follies, too), whereas I've accomplished nothing.
It felt like I was still trying to be an innocent 18 year old kid, just waiting for my life to start, for my turn, for my time.
I realized that, yes, the last 5 or so years my development as a person and as a man was arrested by alcoholism (set off by my very first, real heartbreak at the hands of a deceitful married woman who dragged me into an affair). Part of the problem is that I can't even really remember much of that time from all the drinking, but the main point was that I just hid from the world, feeling sorry for myself.
But of course during that time I did accomplish things: I won a lot of Jiu Jitsu tournaments, really improved my skills in that field, did some good music stuff, ended up finding my wonderful girlfriend, became the head coach at my Jits gym, and won over the love and support of a lot of great people who believe in me.
But then, I had a pretty deep thought: MAYBE those flashes of brilliance was actually my sickness- the alcoholism- sort of letting the real me go out and do things so that no one- including myself- would realize that I was sick.
As I've talked about before, none of my closest friends or family even knew that I EVER drank at all, I kept it such a secret, and maybe, the sickness hid itself from them and from me by sort of "letting me out of my cage" to "do my thing" so that nobody would notice that I had a problem.
Literally, when I tell my close friends today, they are SHOCKED; they had NO idea that I was hurting so bad, much less that I ever even drank a sip of booze.
Like, these 5 years, I was in a coma, and the wicked sickness that I kept me asleep camouflaged itself in plain sight by allowing me to be a "functional alcoholic".
I still don't have it all fleshed out, but yeah, it hit me pretty hard!
Anyways, at first I was sad when I realsed that I had fallen so far behind in the race of life, but then I felt so happy, happy to be AWAKE and free, and that I have given myself a FRESH START, a SECOND CHANCE, and that this was what so many people ned up wishing they could have!
I may be started the race a bit behind, but I get a clean slate to build the BEST version of myself ever and jump right into a lot of really cool, life-changing shit like the new gym that I'm building. Now it's my time!
-k