The Way
Out Is Through
I can’t tell you how many times I have said the words “The
way out is through.”
I have said them, thought them, and more importantly lived
them. I thought about them again recently when I heard someone talk about
grief. I have learned that talking about my grief helps me to heal. Keeping the
grief inside is too much to handle alone.
Their
words took me back to my own black hole with loneliness. Loneliness goes to the
core of my being. CoDA has helped me begin to shed some light on the darkness
and the impact it has had on my life.
The
words come back, “the way out is through.”
I tell myself that I have a lot of good reasons for being
lonely at 67 although it doesn’t seem to help much. My mom was an adult child
of an alcoholic. She used criticism to control and keep people at bay. I was
beaten down at what seemed to be every turn. “You will never amount to
anything” and “you are just like him” referring to my dad which was not a
compliment, were two of her favorites. I dealt with the pain by cutting and
running which helped soften the blow at the time but had different consequences
later in life. I couldn’t wait to get out of the house and as far away as I
could when I was old enough, but a change of geography only goes so far. I can
only cut and run for so long. The flip side of the cut and run is that I end up
lonely and feeling like a loser because I end up alone.
I
am learning that the way out is through.
It helps to talk about it and talk to other people who have
experienced loneliness too. There seems to be more of a focus on loneliness
today which is a good thing since there seems to be even more of it post-COVID.
I know I am not alone in my loneliness. If I really want to put it behind me, I
know that I can talk about it more at CoDA. I think that is the only way I can
heal. I am not a loser for feeling lonely. In recovery I am learning to face my
loneliness.
There is power in community.
Mike H.
01.09.2024
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