I've been thinking over the last couple of days about my decision. Should I have told? Couldn't I have just went to AA and not said anything to anybody? Every question of doubt that floods my thinking comes back with a resolute reminder that I did what I had to do. I've been thinking of the woman at the well. When Jesus told her all she'd done, basically held a mirror up to her face and revealed to her what she already knew about herself, things that she should have been ashamed of and probably was. She didn't let any dust settle under her feet before she was telling everybody what had happened to her. When you barely make it out of a tragedy with your life, you're going to tell people. That is what I did.
Alcoholism is so misunderstood, I'm learning just how much. The ONLY people that understand are other alcoholics. Sometimes when I'm sitting in a meeting, I look around me at the other souls in the room and am so tendered to think of their story, what brought them here. They are from every walk of life, every financial class, every level of education and every age from the very young to the old. There is this one older guy that is almost frightening looking and... my heart melts when he speaks. I begin to wonder what I would have thought of him had I just seen him in a public place. Would I have judged his appearance? Would I have avoided him? Yet, we share this common bond and have suffered the same pain. Aside from all I'm learning about the disease itself, I'm learning so much about humanity. Good and bad.
When I left my first meeting, I had to go to Walmart and I felt like every person in there was viewing me differently. Did I have a big sign on my head that said ALCOHOLIC? Was it that obvious to the world that I was broken and sick? Did I have toilet paper on my shoe? I know that it was just my ego, my self doubt and fear. The people didn't care where I'd been. They were just going about their lives. After I blogged about it all, then I started to wonder, what people were going to think. I had lovely responses from people that I already knew would support me, but what about everybody else? The people that said nothing. The people that look at me differently now. What are they saying, what do they think? Then God whispers, "it doesn't matter". It doesn't matter! IT DOESN'T MATTER!!!
I did what I had to do. I did what God wanted me to do. I stepped out of my grimy pit and told the world where I'd been. Those who received this news and look down upon me with disdain have their own pits that they are dealing with and, it isn't my problem. If writing about it is helping me heal and if I help just ONE other person...it has all been worth it. All the ridicule and misunderstanding by the haters and the pious aren't worth my tears. I'm confident that I'm doing the right thing. I've been keeping this dark secret for too long and, now that it's out, I'm going allow God to heal it right out in the bright sunshine, not hidden in a dark corner. People don't have to like it. Jesus stands at my side and dares those without sin to cast the first stone. I am broken, beaten, frightened, and humiliated. And in the midst of my pain, Jesus is there. He is all I need. He is the guardian of my soul, what can man do to me?
This is going to be a long, difficult process. I'm dealing with things I wasn't expecting to have to deal with but am learning to take each issue as it comes and allow God to deal with me over it. This is something I don't know that I would have ever learned to do had I lived my life with no trouble or sickness. I can see to the end of the road, and there is a blessing. There are many blessings along the way but I have to do the work. I have to do the HARD work. I am blessed beyond measure to have the love of others and the patient and sweet understanding of my family. Even if every person on the planet abandoned me and scoffed in my face, I still have Jesus. I still have the unfathomable love of my Creator, what more do I need.