Day 2 – 26 July 2017

07:10
Despite a rough start on day one, I did it! I went to bed at 10:30. My alarm went off at 05:30, and I didn’t want to cut someone. #smallfavors

However, I have work to do this morning. I need to create some type of schedule to accomplish all that I want in a day. Not a list of work appointments or plans – an actual effing schedule with things like – oh, I don’t know – when do I eat? I am excited about this, because I do believe that: 1) it will make following my “Treatment Plan” easier (and I’m all about easier); and 2) it will bring more intention to my days. I’m all about intention these days; more to come …

Oh, and hey, good morning! 🙂

09:22

I was in therapy and mentioned my “Treatment Plan”. Instead of the “Go you!” that I expected, my therapist gave me the internal eye-roll. (I learned from pros.)

“Whatever happened to the ‘good-enough mother’?”, she asked, referring to the work of Douglas Winnicott. I rolled my eyes back at her – not internally.

What she essentially was saying was that I don’t need to be a perfect therapist to help others heal. In practice, failing a patient can produce anger and be as therapeutic as being “perfect”. Is this Plan another ill-fated pursuit of perfectionism for me? I don’t think so … I’m going to have to think about this.

p.s. If she figured this out before me, I am seriously going to be pissed.

12:08
A noon fitness class that I am choosing to leave five minutes early to see a patient in crisis hasn’t started. I immediately feel annoyed and deprived. I HATE RUSHING.  Thank g’d for meditation classes and Headspace. I am able to loosen my grip on my annoyance and anxiety and use the extra time to stretch my hip flexors that are always tight from biking. At least the work of the class burns off most of the emotions. This afternoon feels like one in which I am eking every minute out of it. Ugh.

17:51
I’m going to hang out with a dear friend. We normally split a bottle of Pinot Noir when dining out. O could care less if I drink ETOH or not. However, I am feeling pulled. ETOH – or as I call it, “liquid Xanax” – puts the brakes on my anxiety and work stress. The minute I take a sip, I feel the liquid Xanax muzzle the anxiety, tape its wrists and stow it in the closet. For now. Not tomorrow, when my neurotransmitters ask, “Hey, where’s that ETOH?” as they busy about. FYI: your body AND your brain are both assholes. They love, love homeostasis and work very hard to undo all that we do. Nothing, nothing is without consequence. G’d, I hate being an adult some days.

I recall Brené Brown’s Ted Talk: when one chooses to use a substance, one does not get to choose what to numb. If I numb my anxiety, I numb my joy, empathy and other emotions. In addition, anxiety might be a really good thing at the end of the night when choosing to hop on the subway, walk home or take a cab. Anxiety can be life-preserving. So, do I really want to wipe all of that away? I love O. They are one of those people who make me feel so good about myself, because they truly love me. Really, really love me. And they show it. That’s friendship gold. Do I really want to numb that?!

Kind of. I know, right?! That’s the pull of ETOH for me. I am fortunate to be very smart (i.e., common sense) and bright (i.e., intelligent), but I also have great difficulties shutting off my brain. I also spend the great majority of time around equally or greater bright people, asking tough questions, pondering important matters and challenging me to be better. When do I stop? The first sip.

I prepared O and told them that I wasn’t drinking ETOH for 365 days. Of course, they responded in their typically non-plussed way. Damn, I love them.

21:00
I almost fall asleep on O’s sofa. W.T.F. Who is this person? I make a strangely adult decision, state that I need to go home and get to bed. I have a bedtime now.

21:07
I am on my way home in a cab when a message comes through from my partner. It’s a picture of one of our dogs in his lap. My heart and face smile. I love my family. I love O. I am very fortunate.

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