Just Living Life Sober

In the last week I am slowly slipping into a period of slight depression. I have tried to reach out to others, yet no one is returning my calls; it’s as if I don’t exist. During this time at work I’ve realized no matter where I work I encounter the same problems; why can’t everyone get on the same page. I have a couple projects in mind but I’ve delayed them – I just don’t have any interest right now.

I realize people have lives most with families and young ones. It’s the summer so they’re busy. But I have this expectation, if I contact you at least give me a courtesy to call back. There are also those I run into while walking down the street. They keep walking. Lastly, when I do talk to someone it’s like I’m talking a foreign language and they see me as a dragon with three heads. That deer in headlight look and a need to immediately escape. I’m coping. I know I’m not that important. But it would be nice is people who I thought I considered friends would at the least return my calls.

Work can be stressful at times. Based on previous experience with employers I’m concentrating on focusing on the tasks at hand, doing it and leaving for the day. But getting hit with the same crap day after day adds to the stress. I can offer all the suggestions in the world but I’m taken aside with a final comment, “You know it won’t go anywhere. It is what it is.” Basically, deal with it. Isn’t it best for a company to have policies in which everyone is on the same page. At my job I can’t get one straight answer. It frustrates me when one person says to do this and another this, yet its the same task just different views of what should be done when policy says something completely different.

I’m at a point where I’m mentally, physically and spiritually tired each and every day. I attend meetings to uplift my spirits but again, I run into the same thing as if I speak a different language. At every meeting, after I speak on a topic, the room is silence for a good five minutes afterward.

At times I feel like I’m just existing, not enjoying sobriety as I should be. Even when I run into my Sponsor, who never returns my calls anymore, recently commented, “I don’t call back because there is nothing to discuss.” Perhaps my understanding of a Sponsor relationship is different thus I need to make a decision to change Sponsors.

Despite what I’m going through right now I hope this is a temporary situation. I’m not holding resentments; I’m trying to lower my expectations. Yet, sometimes in certain situations, doing so doesn’t make any sense at all to me. But I have faith things will change and when I look back I can say, “What was that all about?”

Depression – Coming Out on the Other Side

It’s been a rough week for me with the death of my cat, Heart. For the last week, I’ve been a miserable human being. Previous experiences taught me I would be going through the stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.

The two most prominent stages were anger and depression. The cauldron of anger was already stirred with my misery at work. My anger was misdirected to those I work with and the situations unfolding at work. Almost every day I thought about walking away from my job. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I was dealing with enough pain, I refused to deal with more. Instead, I bitched and complained about everything and everyone around me. As I look back, I look like the fool (again).

As a Star Wars fan, I have to imbed this video in my discussion:

The path of anger led me down to the pit of depression. I had no motivation to do a damn thing. For most nights, I just watched episodes of NCIS on Netflix, fell asleep and repeated the same thing the next day. I didn’t even fight to get out: I didn’t care; I had no motivation to do anything; I could care less about the world around me. I did the only thing I could attach myself to – my computer and Netflix. There were periods of time where I thought I may be coming out of it. Then I would sink back in. I was tired of looking at Facebook. I wasn’t interested in playing Achaea, which I typically do in the morning.

There were periods of time where I thought I may be coming out of it. Then I would sink back in. I was tired of looking at Facebook. I wasn’t interested in playing Achaea, which I typically do in the morning. I didn’t have any motivation to cook nor go to the store, so I bought roast beef subs from the local gas station a few nights. I knew it was getting really bad.

Yesterday I convinced myself to talk to my Gods. For some reason (I just noticed yesterday) I lost power the other night, so my other computers were all off. I turned the one on I use for my spiritual practices to find 500+ messages waiting in my email box. So I made myself read them and make use of them. I guess it helped because some motivation has returned today.

I don’t know where this is going to lead me right now. However, I do know “there is a light at the end of the tunnel.” So, right now I’m opening the windows to my home, pulling back the shades and letting the autumn sounds and smells permeate my surroundings. It’s the beginning of coming out the other side.