For decades, I lived in my past. I would get up every day and replay the “early years” in my head. Get coffee, take a shower, brush teeth, shit, shower, shave. All the while, images of the past would creep into my brain, like camera flashes of a bad movie. Sometimes it all seemed so random. I would have flashes of childhood memories and being a young adult. My brain seemed to be stuck in a loop of the past. Not only that, I was reacting to these thoughts without really paying attention. I would feel the emotion of the moment/memory and could be deeply affected by the thoughts. Some people would tell me to seek therapy, and others would say I need to drink more. I chose the latter. As I got sober, these thoughts returned and stayed until I began to lean into them, I peeled the onion, picked the scab, pulled my own card, and I could mix more metaphors here like poorly mixed drinks, but let’s just try to remember this one thing! What stands in the way becomes the way.
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