Alright! I'm going to just dive right in where I was commenting on the Step Into Action step five:
“I was horrified to hear myself recite behaviors and
attitudes of a very different person from the one I had hoped to become.”
The memory of my addiction behavior is shame inducing and
hard to come to terms with, for sure. But when I think of all the chances I’ve
missed to lift others and improve myself, the years of isolation and self-destructive
behavior, all the hobbies, skills, relationships I didn’t build on…that’s when
I really feel shame and self-loathing. Still, I can’t change my past—it’s set
in stone. Thinking of the serenity prayer, I need to accept the things I can’t
change (like my “might have been” self) and change the things I can (like my “might
be” self).
Step Six
“Were entirely
ready to have God remove all these
defects of character.” (emphasis added)
Firstly, I like the ARP version of this better, since it
doesn’t make me sound so defective…which I guess technically isn’t incorrect, but
still.
One of my many character weaknesses is all-or-nothing
thinking. If I can’t be perfect in something then I might as well not do it. “I
missed one day of my goal to read the scriptures every day, I might as well
give up.” This step is the “all” part of that—I have to be “entirely” ready for
“all” of my weaknesses to be removed. Maybe I’m wrong about the all or nothing
thinking…maybe it’s just a lack of determination and diligence, looking for an
excuse to give up and judge myself. That’s not what this step is. Recovery
means I forgive myself for not being perfect and commit to healthy choices
regardless of the ebb and flow of my emotions. Rather than perfect surrender,
this step is asking for consistent commitment to keep trying to surrender.
“We were looking for rescue, not recovery.”
When I think of rescue, the image pops into my head of being
stuck on a housetop in a flood and needing a helicopter crew to save me. It
presupposes that I’m powerless over the water, with no hope of living except
someone else helping me. I was ready to say this image is incorrect, but I
think there's something to it…I'm powerless over my addiction, just like I would be over a raging river. I need the help of the Lord, who is the only one who can help me (like a helicopter crew would be). I tried making the analogy working by saying I need to be willing to hook myself up to the harness rather than expecting others to or cutting corners and just trying to hold on (until I lose my grip when the winds start buffeting me again). That still implies rescue, though, which I don't think is quite right. Still, it's interesting how I started wanting to refute this image but found a fair amount that was accurate.
“We had to change if we were to live a useful, meaningful
life…If we could have changed on our own, we would have done it long ago.”
My experience has taught me that I don’t have to
change—nobody is making me do it. God won’t. My wife or family can’t. My church
can’t. However, if I don’t change I’m going to be stuck in a self-centered,
downward-spiraling existence where I hurt those around me while trying
desperately and futilely to fill the hole in my soul. I recognized this (to a
certain degree) from the beginning of my addiction. I honestly tried to throw
away the porn and force myself to not return to it. But it takes more than I’m
able to generate on my own to overcome this addiction and become the kind of
person who has a useful and meaningful life.
“We found that we were powerless over our character defects
in the same way that we were powerless over lust.”
Yes, very much this! I’ve discovered recently that I’m a
terrible parent, with or without my addiction. With my addiction I didn’t have
as frequent angry outbursts, but I was distant and selfish with my time. Now I
go from the extremes of patient and involved to angry monster (we use the term
“momster” when my wife is angry at the kids. I wish there were an equivalent
for me). I’ve tried changing, willing myself to calm down and be reasonable
when the kids kick the ball in the house and shatter their light fixture (true
story). I’ve realized I need to treat my anger issue just like I do my
addiction—surrender and reach out in prayer, calls to recovery buddies,
journal, my wife (unless she’s the momster, which, in fairness, she never was before the trauma I put her through), etc.
Rather than a conclusion, here's a picture.
Yes, that's a tree growing through the engine block of that car. It's pretty powerless...just like me! :)
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