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		<title>Navigating Recovery and Embracing Support on the Path to Wellness</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>In this deeply personal narrative, Jill C. shares her challenging journey with alcoholism intertwined with mental health disorders, including Major Depressive Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, PTSD, and Borderline Personality Disorder. Her story begins in middle school, marked by bullying and an upbringing in an emotionally distant, alcohol-free home. Despite these challenges, Jill's journey transforms into one of recovery and hope, detailing her path towards sobriety and mental wellness. This is not just a personal account but a beacon of encouragement for others facing similar struggles, emphasizing the importance of professional help, the support of Alcoholics Anonymous, and the strength found in vulnerability and seeking assistance.</p>
<p>&lt;p&gt;The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://neverestingrecovery.org/navigating-recovery-and-embracing-support-on-the-path-to-wellness/">Navigating Recovery and Embracing Support on the Path to Wellness</a> first appeared on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://neverestingrecovery.org">nEveresting Recovery</a>.&lt;/p&gt;</p>
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<p>In this deeply personal narrative, Jill C. shares her challenging journey with alcoholism intertwined with mental health disorders, including Major Depressive Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, PTSD, and Borderline Personality Disorder. Her story begins in middle school, marked by bullying and an upbringing in an emotionally distant, alcohol-free home. </p>



<p>Despite these challenges, Jill&#8217;s journey transforms into one of recovery and hope, detailing her path towards sobriety and mental wellness. This is not just a personal account but a beacon of encouragement for others facing similar struggles, emphasizing the importance of professional help, the support of Alcoholics Anonymous, and the strength found in vulnerability and seeking assistance.</p>
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<h2 class="wp-block-heading">I suffer from what Bill W called “grave and emotional mental disorders.”&#8230; </h2>



<p>My diagnoses include Major Depressive Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and Borderline Personality Disorder. Having mental health diagnoses does not doom a person to alcoholism, but it certainly does go hand in hand. I will recover from these, and alcoholism, so long as I continue to be rigorously honest with my fellows, and most importantly, with myself.  This is my story of alcoholism and mental health. My hope is that by sharing my story my readers will find the courage and strength to share their own and seek professional help where needed.</p>



<p>My story with depression began in middle school, as I was often the target end of bullying by my classmates. I grew up in an alcohol-free home with emotionally unavailable parents whose best advice was to pull myself up by the bootstraps and just ignore them. This was not the best advice because I had learned to hide my emotions and bury them. My upbringing was not horrible by any means, as they did parent me in the best way they knew how. My opportunity now is to be an agent of change as I parent and bring up my own children, being more emotionally available and understanding, while also giving them the tools they need to handle difficult situations, people, and life.</p>



<p>My story with alcohol began once I graduated from high school. I had stayed sober throughout high school to honor my parents. I fell behind my peers when I finally did drink, so much so that I dove in with both feet, with no hesitation or thought into what the consequences would be. I had catching up to do.</p>



<p>Sophomore year at Thanksgiving, all this changed. I was a victim of sexual assault by someone I thought I was safe with, after drinking alcohol that was laced with Rohypnol, the date rape drug better known as Rufies. For 25 years, I tried to drink this memory away. It was certainly an unhealthy coping mechanism, but it became the only skill I used until I addressed my alcoholism. There have been many challenges in my life that I dealt with using alcohol. Each time, I fell further and further into alcoholism as I tried to drown these memories from existence. Not once did it ever make anything better, and yet that obsession was so strong that I felt compelled to continue drinking. &nbsp;</p>



<h2 class="wp-block-heading">In the last three years, I made some changes and finally sought professional help </h2>



<p>&#8230;with psychiatrists, counselors, and outpatient programs to try and learn new healthier ways of coping.  It was a year and a half in when I also decided, with encouragement from counselors and family, and a strong suggestion from my psychiatrist, to put the bottles and cans away, and join Alcoholics Anonymous.</p>



<p>Today I am 19 months sober, looking ahead at the 2-year mark. I have not completely recovered from either, as I still have unhealthy coping mechanisms to hide my pain, like cutting, overdosing on medications, and suicide attempts. But I refuse to stop fighting! By seeking outside help for my mental health disorders and being an active member in the rooms of Alcoholics Anonymous, I take more steps in the right direction each day towards recovery. Asking for help is a sign of strength and has become co-dependent with my recovery from alcoholism.</p>



<h2 class="wp-block-heading">I encourage my fellow alcoholics with stories like mine to seek professional help </h2>



<p>&#8230;to learn how to better cope with your demons, which in turn will make you less dependent on chemicals. Alcoholism and Mental Health are co-occurring disorders. Neither you can fully recover from on your own, so loosen up your grip (as in stop white knuckling it), talk to your fellows and your primary care provider to get connected to community resources. I’m grateful I asked for help after all those years, and I will surely keep the habit of reaching out foremost in my mind. Life can be brutal, but it is manageable with the right tool set.</p>



<p>Jill C.</p>
<p>&lt;p&gt;The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://neverestingrecovery.org/navigating-recovery-and-embracing-support-on-the-path-to-wellness/">Navigating Recovery and Embracing Support on the Path to Wellness</a> first appeared on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://neverestingrecovery.org">nEveresting Recovery</a>.&lt;/p&gt;</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Journeying through 26 years of drinking, Jill C. shares her transformative experience with Alcoholics Anonymous. From battling mental health challenges to discovering the profound impact of service work, delve into how she shifted from self-pity to a broader perspective on recovery and community support.</p>
<p>&lt;p&gt;The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://neverestingrecovery.org/seeing-the-forest-through-the-trees/">Seeing the Forest through the Trees</a> first appeared on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://neverestingrecovery.org">nEveresting Recovery</a>.&lt;/p&gt;</p>
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<pre class="wp-block-preformatted">I was an everyday drinker. I didn’t have blackouts, didn’t get a DUI, didn’t go to jail, and have never been in trouble of any sort as it relates to my drinking career of 26 years.  My alcohol consumption started when I was 18, and I found the courage to drop the bottle and become a member of Alcoholics Anonymous at age 44. When I attended my first meeting, I was still looking at the trees and wondering if I really had a problem with alcohol, because I hadn’t done the things I thought alcoholics do.  I could see that my life was certainly unmanageable, but was I really powerless? Well, I took the advice of fellows and “kept coming back” and the more stories I heard in the rooms of recovery the more I found myself.

Attending meetings in early recovery, I spent most of my time in my own head, feeling pitiful and sorry for myself. The trees I had to learn to look past wanted me to stay unhealthy, and in a place of darkness and suffering.  Alcohol is not my only problem, you see. I suffer from mental health disorders, including depression, PTSD, and anxiety. These are very large trees in my forest, so large that I cannot look past them most days. Recovery has helped me to see another way, and it was through service work that I started to see more of the forest, and less of the trees.

I started chairing meetings at 3 months sober.  It was life-altering, exciting, and gave me the strength to keep moving forward and stay sober. I went from being a passive participant, focused on myself, to an active participant through service, devoted to helping other alcoholics achieve sobriety. I chaired meetings, made sure the coffee pot was never empty, greeted newcomers and those returning to the rooms after a relapse. I have chaired meetings at the Alano Club during the Holidays and became the chair of the Great Outdoors Group of AA in November of 2022, a meeting which I still co-chair today. I’ve attended potlucks, helped set-up and take down events, and have volunteered at numerous events.

It was through service work that I finally saw the forest. The new growth represented the progress I’ve made thus far. Established trees were the friendships I’ve made along the road of recovery. These friendships hold me up when I want to crash down to my knees and give up. And the dead wood represents the baggage I carry into every meeting and service opportunity.

I am slowly clearing away the dead, to make room for fresh growth, but it’s not easy. My alcoholic brain and mental health disorders have brought me to some dark places, including suicide attempts, self-harm behaviors, overdosing on medications, and standing in front of the craft beer isle at my local grocery store with my mouth watering. We all have trials and tribulations. I know I’m not alone in my struggles, but sometimes my mind goes back to the edge of the forest, and I can no longer see my value.  It’s these times when service work becomes crucial to my continued sobriety – when I least want to help others, and instead become that same selfish asshole that drank every day to mask and hide my mental health challenges, or any amount of stress in my life.

Service work helps me get out of my own head. I’m excited to see how service looks and works within this hybrid community of recovery. I look forward to the unique challenges we will face together through outdoor activities, the community of support we will build, and of course, service work!</pre>
<p>&lt;p&gt;The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://neverestingrecovery.org/seeing-the-forest-through-the-trees/">Seeing the Forest through the Trees</a> first appeared on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://neverestingrecovery.org">nEveresting Recovery</a>.&lt;/p&gt;</p>
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