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Reflections on Recovery – approaching five years

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This year will mark my fifth year in recovery. I would say I have definitely encountered my psychic shift. It has all been by God’s grace, paired with a willingness to look in the mirror, talk honestly about the inside of my brain, and accept that I was never meant to do this alone.

What has changed recently? If I’m completely honest, my focus has shifted from recovery from to recovery to. I’ve used that phrase for the last couple of years because I knew I needed to move forward into life, shaped by this new way of seeing the world and my relationship to it.

I remain, in many ways, a walking paradox. I am many things at once. I am grateful and feel pangs of remorse on any given day. I wouldn’t change a thing, yet I would give anything for a do-over. These statements sound like they can’t exist in the same space at the same time, but who ever said the very being of a man is bound by the laws of physics?

The mantra of my recovery fellowship is from shame to grace. Many would read that as a point A to point B journey, and I suppose that’s partly true. What that view often misses is that we continue to need grace, and we continue to take inventory. In the Twelve Steps, the inventory begun in Steps 4 and 5 continues in Step 10. This is ongoing.

Every day in recovery is a spectrum of relapse into the illusion of independence. I may not fall back into my darkest hole, but each 24-hour period is still full of cocktails of fear, resentment, gratitude, peace, joy, and regret. I am a tapestry of what the programme calls assets and defects of character.

In The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse, the mole says to the boy that one of our greatest freedoms is how we react to things. Every day presents that opportunity to live in freedom. Until I accept that the only thing I can truly count on in this world is the grace of God, my inventory becomes that of a score-keeping Pharisee of self. With grace, it becomes a head-up, self-aware posture that recognises how a word, a look, or a deed affects others.

One of my biggest life skills is the ability to own my own shit before others do. I am still a smiling and loving pile of contrition. Honestly, the day I cease to be so is probably the day I fall back into my old delusions.

If my addiction is wedded to my illusory self, then I see it existing in much the same way Lord Voldemort endured throughout the Harry Potter films. My cycles of addiction split my soul into pieces, hidden away like horcruxes. For me, food, social media, tech doomscrolling, procrastination, and even permitted sexual behaviours can become places where my character defects feel nostalgic for the past.

Here’s a concrete example. Masturbation with the boundary of no porn or unfaithful fantasy is a permitted behaviour for me, yet I often need reining in. The muscle memory to ritualise it is deeply ingrained. With food, I can eat badly, gain weight, and quietly undo the wins of a life lived in recovery. My running, cold plunges, and hunger for outdoor adventure give way to eating at stupid times, buying larger clothes, and chewing Andrew’s antacids like they were named after me.

This week’s contradiction is this: I have desire and lust for my own partner. Instead of stepping out and initiating intimacy, I retreat into fantasy. I end up in another room, jacking off to imagination and euphoric recall of being with the woman I love. There’s something profoundly sad and lonely in admitting that I have all I need, yet still opt for a counterfeit sense of relief. I don’t feel overwhelming shame about it, but it continues to fuel a deep sadness.

When it comes to intimacy, I express love, affection, and longing. Yet years of feeling inadequate and fearing rejection pull me back into nostalgic fantasy, rather than the beautiful, participatory chaos of real connection. Call it what I want, but I’m living in the past, flicking through the “porn magazine” of my own biography.

Even here, there is gratitude. I long for her. I can honestly say I’ve never been so tethered in desire, love and fantasy to my own partner.

So what’s my feedback to myself? My recovery logic differs from that of an alcoholic, where sobriety is black and white: consume or abstain. That binary works for substance addiction. With process addictions, the reasoning is different. Food addicts still need to eat. Gamblers don’t need to gamble. Sex addicts don’t need to be celibate. The issue is discernment.

In SAA, we define our own abstinence. It isn’t fixed in stone, but it must be rooted in honesty. To thine own self be true.

This is why others remain essential to my recovery. I can’t afford to confuse privacy with secrecy the way I once did. Today, my self-reading tells me I am more emotionally open, reflective, and gracious. Yet I am still intimacy-avoidant, and I can’t change that alone or heal in a vacuum.

So nearly five years in recovery? It’s still one day at a time and my recovery is best done less about me and more about we.

This is where we talk , set another boundary and continue to take one day at a time.

God, give me the serenity. Grace always grace!

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Finding some balance

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Do not pray for an easy life, pray for the strength to endure a difficult one.

Bruce Lee

This post is a reflection on the journey of finding balance. For many of us the twelve-step program serves as a “sufficient substitute” for our addiction and it makes sense, as the regimen of life in recovery demands new patterns and processes, gradually shaping new pathways in thinking and acting.

At times, I’ve been guilty of religiously dedicating myself to service. While service has kept me relatively sane, sober, and in a much healthier place in life, I’ve made mistakes in judgment and decisions. I’m grateful to now recognise these errors.

For instance, insisting on attending a meeting on our anniversary wasn’t wrong in itself, but my bullish attitude in refusing to take a day off was. While some might view this dedication as commendable in recovery circles, I realised it left my loving partner feeling let down.

I’ve also allowed my program to dominate conversations countless times and I struggled with managing my time better, often being late or absent from life due to taking and making calls. Don’t misunderstand me here, these aren’t necessarily negative things but rather manifestations of my incapacity to empathize with loved ones and see things from anothers’ perspective.

Approaching three years on this journey, I’m filled with gratitude for the growth, accountability, and newfound love for life. From shame to grace, from seeing suicide as a sensible option to cherishing life and my fellow man, it’s been a transformative experience.

My addiction had been futile attempts to find and maintain balance on my own terms, resulting in a constant struggle and a paradoxical existence filled with pain, “just the once was too much and never enough for me”

The balance I seek now is one I receive and rest in, rather than striving for with sheer stubbornness. I’ve been reflecting on how God doesn’t promise us happiness or an easy life but rather the strength to endure a difficult one. While happiness may elude us, peace is far more important.

This year, my personal goals revolve around being kinder to myself and taking better care of my well-being to continue being of use to others. This includes participating in marathon and ultra events, as running brings discipline and solitude without isolation. Additionally, I plan to reconnect with music, whether playing at open mics or ministering through song, as it’s an integral part of who I am.

I also aim to grow my business, embrace the future with my beloved, and continue to make amends to those I’ve hurt, especially my family and myself.

Here’s to staying present while recognising that my program of living, supported by a loving God, is the foundation holding my life together, rather than my ego’s attempt to cosplay God and “conduct the orchestra”

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Making the world smaller

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In a world that is full of issues which cause worry and often draw a line in the sand and beckon people to take a stance, I see more that divides than unites us at present. Whether it’s Ukraine and Russia or more recently the State of Israel and the displaced Palestinians, whenever there is a flag to wave and a side to pick, we find the most dangerous of human behaviors at play. But it’s not just about geopolitics or warfare.

Objectifying and dehumanising are alive and well in many ways among us. For all our modern-day virtue, we see people are easily othered, described, and treated as objects, devalued for their humanity. Empathy is displayed with profile picture banners and solidarity with buying a particular product or taking part in a social media trend.

I speak on this as one with life experience. The apostle Paul referred to himself as the “chief of sinners.” As he wrote to others knowing full well his own past behaviours.

This post isn’t some rant of a hypocrite or someone trying to compare themselves to an apostle, nor is it about the state of the world but the observations of a flawed man. I am a cautionary tale in the perils of sexual objectification and ultimately the dehumanizing that grew out of unchecked thinking.

I have to check myself when I participate in othering and that often means dipping out of political discourse, not joining in with people gossiping about or judging others, such situations are a breeding ground for my character defects. I have to conduct myself through the mirror as it shows me the only person I need to try to steer.

I hope that we as a people wake up to the slumber that modernity has lulled us into and see how easy it is to judge and devalue others, I was asked once how I was able to look at sexual content with such a lack of care for the humans on the screen. All I could say was that I believed I had seen so much that I had dissociated what I would see on a screen from real life.

I make reflective observations about myself more than others now, but I have had to make it a smaller place to live as I often see peoples pain a lot easier than before, Empathy was always suppressed for me when I used porn to shut down negative emotions.

In recovery I experience the full spectrum of emotions, it’s both the best and worst thing about being sexually sober.

The feelings now at play are like the overwhelming senses from a clip I reflect on from “The Man of Steel.” The young Clark’s senses were in overdrive that it was too much pressure; it was consuming. His mother’s answer was to make the world a little smaller and just focus on her voice.

If I focus on the issues of the world around us, I try not to take sides and instead try to see the humans in the headlines. Be that the latest celebrity pile-on or the next political issue that many pick sides on. My role is only to make better choices in my own life, not to control anyone but take accountability for my own actions.

Most sources of worry about the world can be filtered through the serenity prayer.

I pray too that I don’t slide down the slope of objectification, as I never want to fall off that cliff again.

Healed at the pool

“You only need me” – it’s a step 11 thing

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Lately, I’ve become locked in the orbit of my faith, The 12 steps of Sex Addicts Anonymous have been instrumental in bringing me full circle. What I truly appreciate about this program is that it doesn’t impose a particular belief system or agenda on its members. It’s all about personal growth and healing, no strings attached.

In the past, I might have been guilty of dogmatic arrogance with my faith. But today, I’ve come to realise that I’ve been granted forgiveness and a fresh start. What truly matters is not the dogmatic preaching of one’s interpretations but joy knowing what revolutionary change these stories can mean to us if we keep an open mind.

Tonight, I’m inspired to write about just one story that hit me like a lightning bolt. I’ve been engrossed in the streaming series “The Chosen.” It’s the first Christian-produced show that’s captured my attention with its quality and a fresh perspective on stories I’ve known since my youth.

The story that caught my attention centers around a paralytic man who spent over two decades waiting by a pagan pool, hoping for healing from its waters. Then, God arrives.

Like the cripple at the pool I made my bed and hoped my pain would go away. You see, in the past, my addiction was my god. Sex and porn were my acts of worship. I was devout and faithful to those rituals, and those rituals led me to my darkest places. But you know what? Rituals are powerful, and they can lead us out of the darkness too.

In recovery, we learn to walk again, we replace old destructive rituals with healthier ones. We find the God of our understanding, ready and willing to work with us as we carve out a new path. As we make progress, we begin to understand that we’re spiritual beings, and we realise that our old ways were an attempt to fix spiritual wounds with corrupted and counterfeit solutions.

Now, my desire is simple: to continue healing from the pain of the past, to embrace more intimacy in my relationship based on authenticity, and to live a life filled with love and service to others, to experience rather than just exist.

I’ve recently travelled through moments I would have begged God to spare me from, moments of great shame but I’ve discovered that the most profound lessons come from those experiences, no matter how painful or shameful they may feel I am connected with my future and potential through grace.

In my service work with fellow addicts, I’ve learned the importance of sharing my faith but not imposing it. It doesn’t matter how someone finds their path to a higher power and lasting change; it could be the group, the program, or something else entirely. The important thing is the transformation. I have no qualms with God sitting back and not craving credit for changing lives. God to me sometimes hides his signature on his masterpieces.

The beauty lies in the journey, in the transformation, and in the newfound faith that carries us forward from shame to grace.

Unpacking the subconscious

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The dream is a little hidden door in the innermost and most secret recesses of the soul

Carl Jung

A night of heavy dreaming left me more tired than before. Yesterday was a busy and emotionally taxing day. Life, in general, is, to be fair, challenging, but such things are beyond our control. All that is within our control is to find peace amidst it.

Owning one’s truth can be difficult to live with, and sometimes that means living with the knowledge that others are aware of your most shameful times. I am living in a perpetual state of Step nine (striving to make amends) and will continue to do so for the remainder of my time.

Now that we have some context of where my head is at, I want to unpack my dreams. Some people believe that dreams have spiritual significance, harking back to ancient times. Dreams are like our subconscious minds showing us things, and if we are willing to explore them, they can help settle certain emotional states.

I dreamt I was with a mix of a couple of ex-girlfriends. I say “girlfriend,” but I now realize that many of my former partners were fellow broken souls searching for something no human could offer. We found in each other respite from our own indiscernible pain.

This beautiful chimera was a blend of everything that excited me about the chaos. The sex I thought was fantastic, but it was devoid of real intimacy because it lacked something truly human. In the dream, I was right back there, feeling desired and enough, but as I often failed to see with such partners, completely disposable.

My dream then shifted to show me something painful—a loved one in a hospital bed. I’ve come to love this person as we walked shoulder to shoulder, and I feel I have, in a tangible earthly way, someone whom God uses to show up for me and let me know I am not alone.

In real life, this is a wonderful friend and journeyman, but in my dream, this person represented my fear of loss. When you open yourself up in a truly human way, you have to embrace the risk of loss, hurt, and all the pain that might come with it. It’s how we truly get to live—by embracing the full spectrum of life and not being selective.

I experienced this feeling and fear when I fell in love with my puppy. She won’t be around forever, and one day will come great pain and loss. But in between, all the colorful joys that come with it, there’s limitless love and acceptance.

Back to the dream, I let the girl walk away, and true to my experiences, she moved on relatively quickly. But this time, I didn’t dwell or jump to the next with a ball of emotions thinking, “next, next.”

I then took a call from a friend. A friend who said, “I know what’s going on, mate, and you’re not alone. I know you’re more than what you’ve done, and I’ve seen day in and day out for years now what you’ve done to make amends. You spread more life now than you ever peeked at death.”

This friend represented hope, hope that I will be seen not through the prism of my worst actions but rather through my authentic life in colour.

As I lay here thinking, I have a day to get on with, and I conclude from this busy night of dreams, I see the important lesson. Acting out or using others to medicate feeds one another’s pain for a moment, yielding nothing because it risks nothing emotional, sure, you can take risks that wreak havoc in life but we addicts throw that dice every time. This stuff is deeper than addiction.

When we love, we have to be willing to experience it all—the good, the bad, all weathers, and even loss.

When I traveled out of my mess, I was like the prodigal son Jesus spoke of. I was truly spent, broken, and my choice was mud, death, or redemption. I may or may not be forgiven in men’s eyes, but if I make myself a servant, it will be better than the mess I made. True to the story, while it is not without cost, I am restored, I have worth, and I am accepted.

There are no “real” relationships without this risk, and the only fee is to be open. The world offers counterfeit love, so I have to wonder why I spent so long with my microwave meal when I now get to experience the Father’s banquet.

Steps six & seven | Ready & Willing

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The sixth and seventh steps are often referred to as the forgotten steps. Oddly enough, I realised I hadn’t written about them; they were a while back now.

After the heavy inventory work of steps 4 and 5, we are faced with all the defects we stared down in our sixth step.

As I cast my mind back to my step 4 inventory, the emerging list of character defects painted a picture of how deeply flawed I was. If that wasn’t enough, I now had to jot them all down and start to think about what those defects of character could become if they could be converted to assets or what behaviours could replace them.

Assuming you’ve made it through the steps to this point, you have seen the emergence of a power greater than yourself at work in your day-to-day life; the God of our understanding has a recognizable signature.

My defects are flaws such as arrogance, dishonesty, selfishness, impulsiveness, stubbornness, lack of empathy, anger issues, and jealousy, among others. These defects were both products of my acting out and drivers; they are at the heart of my entire list of sexual misconduct, fears, and resentments.

My selfishness enabled years of objectification of females, which ultimately led to dehumanization, which eventually led to my chasing the dragon of content down the rabbit hole. It was no longer even about gratification but entirely in the brain, as neurological processes were triggered by harder and harder material. And that’s just the obvious surface-level destruction at play because of unchecked defects.

If every action has an opposing reaction, then this is its opposite. In recovery, I serve others instead of myself; this is the reversal of the above. It’s the return to empathy, the rehumanizing process, and it leads to caring about others more than oneself and desiring to be of use. The reward here isn’t some dopamine overdose but healing for the remorse and guilt experienced by one’s own actions.

When we put the work into this step, it isn’t just about being informed and making some resolution. Rather, we remember that we never truly depart from step one’s admission of our inability to handle these behaviours alone; we have to have a faith-based response to what is ultimately a spiritual problem.

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In my steps 6 and 7, my willingness to hand things over became the way out of cycles of behaviour that have stunted me my whole life. That willingness is a choice, but it’s one that has to become muscle memory. The reason we carry on with inventory in step 10 and maintain a spiritual connection in step 11 is because we need to keep that state of being ready and willing. “I call this process living on my knees”; it’s that throwing the towel in a state of surrender.

If you are working on steps 6 & 7, it’s often easy to pass them by without lingering on the lesson. The short book staple of steps 6 & 7 is “Drop the Rock.”

I keep coming back to a band in my spiritual reflections called United Pursuit, which has a song about reform, and its chorus resonates with me deeply.

“We’ve got to be willing to change, we’ve got to be willing to grow, we’ve got to be open to love in the places we didn’t expect to go.”

United Pursuit

Higher Power is Purpose

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Where there is no vision, the people perish

Proverbs 29:18

My whole life I have abused my ability to see, if the eyes are the window to the soul, I have defiled them with my vision since I was a child, all the while living my life without a true vision. I would name this post double vision but that would be focussing on the problem.

This week I shared at a neighbouring fellowship and as I spoke something clicked, the words power and purpose are interchangeable in recovery. The one thing that kept me alive beyond the initial feelings of wanting to end my life was that if I could survive this and help others, that might just be enough reason to keep going.

That purpose of serving others, taking all this mess and hurt and somehow working it into some form of good has been the driving force behind this whole journey thus far, for all the talk of higher power and wrestling that some experience because of whether one believes in God or not I would simply say “struggle with the God stuff, that’s fine but find your purpose! you will find your power.”

I lived my life chasing the next promotion, the better paycheck or seeking the admiration of others. I used to message girls just to get some compliments and only then tell them I was in a relationship, if I was a droid I had a bad motivator. (pardon the star wars speak) I was destined to perish for my lack of vision.

The subjects of betrayal and trauma are ones I can empathise with greatly, we addicts can hurt those we love the most and we really do have to own that.

At times I conflate a loved one’s hurt feelings with my own character defects, and that is an error in judgement on my part, you see for me to be well, I have to guard against self-pity and gloom speak.

It’s crucial that when it comes to anyone else’s feelings or thoughts, it is not my place to dwell or take defence. Instead, I focus on amends and living as my authentic self with a sense of purpose I had previously lacked.

If a connection is the opposite of addiction then having a purpose focused on serving one’s fellow man is a noble endeavour and for all you give away you receive more, it’s almost a spiritual transaction which is why the literature pulls no punches in its religious undertones, the concepts we tap into are the opposite of our self-serving addict personas, the programme really becomes a sufficient substitute.

My partner said that she often feels overwhelmed and while she fully supports me in my recovery it can at times be a little much, my response was that the time to worry is when I am not obsessed with my recovery, I give it the same diligence and priority that my acting out held for so much of my life, but I agreed that we would need to find some boundaries as my being present for the moment isn’t just to keep me on the straight and narrow but also to facilitate my showing up for those in my life.

Letting Go Absolutely

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Almost 2 years into this and I have still a lot of work to do with surrendering my will and trusting my power greater than myself with my future, my addiction is like a soundboard that’s there with its distorted thinking and well-worn tropes about women, sex and pornography, which always seems to pipe up like that pissed up uncle at a wedding with no verbal filter.

For so much of my life things have always felt out of control and stressful, my childhood was traumatic, my adulthood stunted and riddled with emotional hurt and the loss of a baby to a rare condition led to me boxing up all hurts and toughening up just like people said I should, life then became a projection, a managed press release of who I was and social media made it easier to live this way.

In the throws of all that life has sent my way the only thing in life that made me feel like I could handle the ups and downs was the ability to regulate, albeit in a very unhealthy way, I mean how could I have possibly thought that compulsive masturbation mixed with full night binges surfing limitless pornography was a normal or healthy thing to do.

Sun rises were not moments to be present and grateful, more disgusted, tired, and ashamed that I had spent yet another night secretly digging around the digital highway before forcing me to go sleep ready for another day of work, the double life of an addict means you eat, sleep and breathe with contradictions.

There’s a part of the Alcoholics Anonymous big book that says this:

“Some of us have tried to hold on to our old ideas and the result was nil until we let go absolutely”.

That’s the challenge that I have to embrace everyday, to let go absolutely, there is a but here though, I feel, there is never a final victory or a final defeat for an addict. I may be a little pessimistic here but I feel it’s being grounded in humility to admit that this stuff is just too “cunning, baffling and powerful”

I must admit it often feels likes groundhog day but this is no comedy and I’m not Bill Murray.

For now, letting go absolutely, looks like handing over control of my privacy when it comes to the internet, it’s saying I cannot be trusted to drive myself, all of my best efforts landed me in a right mess.

Accountability is both a consequence and a rescuer to me. My devices are all kept safe using Covenant Eyes and along with the 12 Steps and therapy it has been a vital tool for me to coexist with modernity.

It’s been a trial and improvement journey to adopt and embrace the laying down of my “rights” to safeguard myself from the poison of the “world wide vine”.

Today I am grateful that my devices are monitored and my sponsor gets a daily report of my usage, it can be funny at times with what sets off the explicit alerts but I am glad to have the boundaries.

When I sit in my plastic chair each week I know I am not alone in this struggle, I often feel incompatible with the technological age we live it, it has been like a coercive drug dealer and now in recovery is a tool for me to spread hope and awareness.

I know that behind me are scores of future fellows so when it gets tough I have to remind myself it isn’t all about me, my experience can be someone else’s hope in their darkest hole, and that is why I have to choose to let go absolutely, every sunrise, sunset and through the night until the daylight shows up once more.

All things in moderation

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I really feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude tonight for the program and the fellowship, I shared tonight about how I feel at times, that I step back into the ring with myself and it feels a lot like the old days. As I shared it dawned on me that my “acting in” can have a dual aspect to it, I rely heavily on looking at myself and reflecting on things but sometimes spending time alone with the mirror can get dark. My language was that of struggle and in reality, serenity is peace in the waves so the “room” was pointing out something to me tonight that helps me to correct my compass.

So we know what acting out is, so let’s look at acting in, what is it?

Acting in is a concept in addiction recovery that refers to turning one’s attention inward and focusing on inner experiences, thoughts, and emotions. It is a process of self-reflection and self-awareness that can help individuals identify triggers and patterns of behaviour related to addiction, as well as develop coping skills and strategies to manage cravings and urges.

Acting in involves a deliberate effort to cultivate mindfulness and presence in the moment, as well as an acceptance of one’s internal experiences without judgment or avoidance. This can be challenging, as individuals in addiction recovery often have a history of numbing or avoiding emotions and experiences through engaging in addictive behaviours.

By practising acting in, individuals can learn to identify and address underlying emotional and psychological issues that may contribute to addiction, such as anxiety, depression, trauma, or low self-esteem. It can also help individuals develop a greater sense of self-awareness and self-compassion, which can be instrumental in the recovery process.

Some common techniques for practising acting in, in addiction recovery include meditation, journaling, art therapy, and cognitive-behavioural therapy (CBT). These techniques can help individuals develop greater self-awareness and mindfulness, as well as provide an outlet for expressing and processing difficult emotions and experiences.

While acting in can be a positive and helpful approach to addiction recovery, it can also have negative consequences if it is taken too far or used inappropriately. Here are some ways that acting in can be negative:

  1. Avoidance: One of the risks of acting in is that it can become a way of avoiding difficult emotions or situations. While it is important to be aware of and process internal experiences, it is equally important to engage with the outside world and face challenges and stressors head-on. If acting in becomes a way of avoiding or numbing emotions, it can hinder rather than facilitate recovery.
  2. Isolation: Another risk of acting in is that it can lead to isolation and social withdrawal. While it is important to cultivate self-awareness and introspection, it is equally important to maintain social connections and support networks. Isolation can lead to feelings of loneliness and despair, which can contribute to relapse.
  3. Rumination: When individuals engage in acting in, they may spend a lot of time analyzing and dissecting their thoughts and emotions. While this can be helpful in moderation, excessive rumination can lead to a negative spiral of negative self-talk and obsessive thinking. This can increase feelings of anxiety and depression, which can also contribute to relapse.
  4. Lack of action: Acting in can sometimes be seen as a substitute for action or change. While it is important to be self-aware and reflective, it is equally important to take concrete steps towards recovery, such as seeking treatment, engaging in healthy activities, and building a support system.

While acting in can be a helpful approach to addiction recovery, it is important to use it in moderation and in conjunction with other strategies. Balancing my acting in with my connection to others is a key aspect of addiction recovery. By cultivating social connections and seeking support from others, individuals in addiction recovery can enhance their overall well-being and increase their chances of achieving lasting recovery.

To put it simply, reaching out to others has to accompany my routine of self-care, it’s why calls are so important to 12 Steppers, today was a great day, I had about 5 calls, a meeting and did a bit of service purchasing as my role requires.

Here’s to serenity and peace within the noise, remembering one day at a time and don’t go it alone.

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The Roots of this Tree

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I returned home from an Easter adventure, going away these days is really special to me and coming back even more so.

I spent some time with a close friend and made a new friend in the process, there is something about being with others in the outdoors that transcends our background, standing, class, wealth and just about anything else you can think of that normally makes people different.

As we walked up the mountain taking small steps we seemed to take turns with who was leading the way.

I live in a flat area and my local national park offers some modest hills and one or two that just about qualify as mountains in name only. These proper mountains however are always a reminder that I don’t have the legs I think I have and I have some way to go before my coastal marathon.

The escape from modernity is always a small but regular required dose of medicine for me, it’s how I manage stress in a much healthier way than I did with my sexual compulsivity.

Along with this temporary environment hack is the shared experience in the presence of others. I have a great time on my own when camping and hiking but its much more memorable and rewarding when experienced with others.

On the way back to a small and beautiful village I spied this tree, it’s image caused me to linger and a thought process was sparked.

Seeing the exposed root system of a tree and the scar of the earth when a tree is uprooted is quite a sight, much like my life over the last couple of years. The initial storm uprooted me and I had to accept those roots could never take to the ground again.

My sexuality got hijacked at the age of twelve, I came into contact with far too much graphic material and with the best part of a quarter of a century later it is of little surprise that I had picked up a lot of unhealthy coping mechanisms, behaviours, obsessions and distorted thinking. The roots had grown deep over the years.

The upset and fallout from coming to terms with my reality has meant there is a hole of time, headspace and priorities that I get to fill with better choices, behaviours and experiences.

Outer circle living is one of the most important parts of my life, in AA we have the script that says “I know I am to get along without acting out, but how am I to do so, do I have a sufficient substitute? Yes and it’s vastly more than that.

If you ask a room full of sex addicts what Penal Substitution means you may get an inappropriate answer but in short its the biblical concept that Jesus provided the atonement for us where we could never measure up under our own endeavours.

While the program is non religious I mention this as the program allows us to admit defeat and face the facts that we will never conquer this problem in one sitting or alone. The concept of a higher power is the foundational tool of recovery.

The program can seem a little cult like from a set of new eyes or those of an outsider. I often refer back to the concept that regardless of religious belief or any hangups about the G word that sex and pornography was my God, I was faithful and devoted in my worship to this false deity, I served earnestly and I diligently sought out the iconography associated with my life of secret rituals and sacrifice of dignity and self worth.

I guess that’s the point, addictions are spiritual illnesses or maladies, they are misplaced worship of powers greater than ourselves, we simply find in our quest for our higher power in recovery a substitution for our worn-out false gods.

In the place of the uprooted tree, I hope that I may continue in this journey of healthy spirituality, no churches, no pulpits and no pretence. Just a desire to connect and to serve my fellow man in the endeavour of a life free of our addictions.

I used to listen to this song called rootless tree, it feels like it’s taken on new meaning to me in recent times, it seems to capture the voice that was always crying out to be free.

Recovery is breaking up from the toxic relationship with myself, the abusive and destructive voice constantly saying I was never good enough, and the gravity of the secrecy that enslaved and incarcerated me for years no longer has the same power it once had.