In honour of ten years sober I am reposting my story that I wrote a few years ago. It may need some updating now but it is all still applicable.
In ten minutes I will be 10 years sober. I am feeling oddly weird about it. I am not happy, I am not sad, I am some kind of odd mixture of them both.
You see, this is perhaps the biggest achievement of my life and yet there is no one in my life anymore who saw what it was really like for me at my worst. I have changed all my friends from my drinking days, and of the two people who were there to confront me with my drinking, one died two years ago and the other is no longer in contact. All my other friends met me after sobriety. My family members were kept in the dark about my drinking so they either don’t believe it happened or simply have no frame of reference.
This is bigger for me than any graduation, birthday or Christmas. It is bigger than getting published. It is bigger than being asked to speak at conferences. And yet no one else really understands how big it really is for me, and so I feel oddly alone. Where I would get “happy birthday” texts, I am not expecting any for this day. Where I would get graduation gifts, I know there will be none for this. The biggest achievement of my life will pass by largely unnoticed by most people in my life.
Part of me is glad lad that I am so well adjusted now that no one even considers me an addict. No one realises that I have to actively stay sober. They don’t see me when I want to drink, when I can smell alcohol in restaurants or when I have drinking dreams. This year has been particularly hard for me in staying sober, but it is an internal struggle that goes unnoticed by everyone except my husband. And for that I am glad. It means I am dealing with it well. It means it doesn’t rule my life. But it also means that this celebration is one that men’s very little to most. And so I feel alone.
I don’t want this anniversary to pass by without saying something. I don’t want to be silent bout something so huge for me. I am ten years sober!!! I have overcome the drive to drink on so many days. I have faced illness and death of loved ones and stresses without drinking. I have learnt to have fun without being drunk. I have a solid marriage that isn’t ruined by addiction and alcohol. I have survived. And I am so damn proud of myself.
TodayI toot my own horn, blow my own trumpet and celebrate me. I made it!
A blog I did about relationship, my husband and how we don’t complete each other.
I am starting a new feature called Flashback Friday where I post one of my popular blogs from way back in the past. Many of these were posted on other sites so I will be adding the links for you to follow.
First Up - why I think chick flicks are girl porn.
Recently I posted on reddit about how my husband has helped me so much with night terrors and PTSD. The response was so massive that BBC picked it up as a story and ran with it. Here is their article:
This blog was originally posted at Lightswitch Foundation
When I was 19 I was diagnosed with schizophrenia.
This didn't come as a shock or anything. I had been progressively moving up the diagnosis spectrum since my mid teens. It started with depression, then moved to bipolar, then borderline personality disorder, then atypical psychosis and then finally schizophrenia.
The diagnosis didn't really change much for me. I was still dealing with the same hallucinations that I was before there was a word for it. All it really changed was the medication I was now given.
And how people treated me.
Schizophrenia is a scary word. This isn't helped by how TV and movies portray it as the 'go to' illness for any psycho killer. They also manage to confuse it with Disassociative Identity Disorder (DID) - or multiple personality disorder - all the time so many people think that people with schizophrenia are actually going to change personality and start killing them at any moment.
This isn't true. People who suffer from schizophrenia see and hear things that others can't. Often these things are not very nice and this can make the sufferers get angry and confused as they percieve themselves as under attack. But the same would happen if you were actually being yelled at or harrassed by a real person. The reaction isn't wrong, it is just caused by something that is hard to understand.
By and large people with schizophrenia are pretty peaceful. Most of their rage and confusion gets turned inward into self harming behaviour, rather than outward to hurting other people. With all the people I have meet with this illness, I have only seen a couple of instances where the person was freaking out beyond control.
Most of the time they simply want to talk about what is happening to them.
And most of the time they have no one to talk to.
The worst thing about this illness is the loneliness. People think it would be the voices or the hallucinations, but it isn't. It is the pain of having no one to talk to who understands, or wants to understand. Because they don't understand it, they fear it, and so all of us are lonely.
People with schizophrenia know that they are 'crazy'. They are very aware of the fact. They have moments of lucidity where they know exactly what is going on around them and they know that they have had an episode and it is usually something they are very afraid of, ashamed of, and wish didn't happen. The drugs they are given to help with the psychosis often leave them unable to feel anything, which is worse than seeing something that isn't real. It is why a lot of them come of their meds at one point or another. They just want to be out of the drug fog.
But even when they are lucid, they are lonely. Often their friends and family have no idea how to deal with what is happening to them so they avoid them. People in psych wards very rarely get visitors. People at home will be left their by themselves with only community nurses to check on them. No one wants to hear about their day when it may be filled with things that didn't really happen.
They did happen though. To the person who is hallucinating, those images are as real as real life is to you. And when they talk to you about them they aren't making things up, they are telling you about what really happened to them. You don't need to tell them they are wrong or it didn't happen.
So these are my top 5 points of dealing with people you may know with psychosis:
1. Still be their friend. Go around for coffee. Talk to them about their day, even if it is filled with stuff you don't understand. Love them.
2. Listen to what they are saying. It may sound nuts to you, but they are trying to communicate something with you. Are they telling you about someone who doesn't exist who is scaring them? Reassure them and tell them you are there to protect them. Find a way to relate to them in the world they are in.
3. Don't try and tell them that what they are saying isn't real. It may be upsetting to hear your loved one talk about something not real, but it doesn't help them to tell them that. They have their own problems going on, and telling them those problems don't exist doesn't help them, it only makes them confused and upset.
4. When they are having a good day, let it be that. When someone is lucid, you don't need to bring up all the times they weren't. Unless they do, and then you can talk about it. But otherwise it is just upsetting to them to be reminded that they have problems. Let their good days just be good days, where you can relate to them normally.
5. Be their friend. I am repeating this one because it is so important. If you were their friend before the illness, you can be their friend during. It might be upsetting to you, but them being lonely is worse. Visit them in hospital like you would for someone who had a bad accident. Visit them at home like you would before the illness. Cry about it in the car ride or by yourself, because it is hard on everyone, but don't let them become another lonely person with no one to talk to. Make the time. Change lives.
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