Though I have successfully — sometimes with difficulty — steered clear of alcohol for a little over the past year, I still find myself struggling within the grip of codependency (with both vices & relationships).
Simply put: I rely on things and it drives me crazy.
I started smoking cigarettes heavily about two years ago, when I was still quite fond of whiskey and such. I was a publicist and miserable toward the end of my job — for reasons mostly brought on by myself — and I latched on to anything addictive that would prevent me from sitting still with my own me minions (thoughts).
The day I decided to get completely sober (Nov. 24, 2014), I didn’t have much other than my dog, my car, the belongings which fit in my car, a shred of dignity, and my cigarettes.
I can’t explain to you the value of those cigarettes once I got sober. It was like that opening scene of Ice Age with the squirrel and his acorn — except sobriety was my Ice Age and my cigarettes were as precious to me as that damn acorn. Does that even make sense?
Anyway.
With my sobriety came meetings. Yes, those ones — the ones with the cheap, watered-down coffee and powdered creamer. Needless to say, I double-fisted caffeine & nicotine for what seems like a trillion years (but turned out to be just one). Pumping coffee through my veins and finding that occasional cigarette buzz was the only obtainable serenity I could come up with at the time.
But then there’s the emotional dependency. I sought — yearned for — affirmation.
According to my MacBook Air, affirmation is defined as such:
2 emotional support or encouragement: the lack of one or both parents’ affirmation leaves some children emotionally crippled.
I didn’t demand just any kind of emotional support or encouragement; I wanted the emotional support or encouragement from a significant other. Anyone in my immediate or extended family, friends or colleagues — even neighbors — could tell you: I’ve lived more of my post-preteen life in a longterm relationship than I have out of one. For some reason (which I’m far from figuring out or understanding just yet), I have this uncanny ability to find myself in the middle of a one-, two-, three-year relationship. If not that, I’m between relationships — swearing myself single to regain independency — barely a week before becoming exclusive to another yet again.
Although I’ve had my crazy days (most girls have — whether or not they care to admit it), I wouldn’t consider myself a stage 5 cling by any means. If anything, I’ve been catching heat for my lack of texting, calling, or prioritizing those who I date. (I really enjoy my job and dogs…sorry ’bout it…)
But — regardless of my active presence within a relationship — at the end of the day, I seek that emotional support or encouragement from a significant other.
My family recognizes my accomplishments (professional, recreational, or my latest Scrabble victory); my colleagues pat me on the back for various projects; my friends reach out consistently to make time for me. So why do I believe there’s more emptiness to fill?
Because I’ve made a habit of that belief. I’ve trained myself to believe there is a spot in my life that needs to be occupied for someone I consider my other half. Well, what if I don’t have another half? If you suggested that to me a year ago, it wouldn’t be a possibility in my mind. But today, I’m figuring out that that’s very possible — and very okay. I can be whole on my own.
So there you have it, my top three dependencies — among only a couple others 😉
With that, I’m proud to say that I have officially been nicotine-free for two full weeks. It’s been a bitchy 14 days, but that’s 14 days, nonetheless.
Caffeine-free? No fucking way.
As for emotional affirmation? Well, I’ve been focusing my meditation on gratitude for family, close friends, colleagues, and my sober fellowship. It’s time I give credit where credit is due, and to fully grasp that they not only fill my heart; they overwhelm it. For that I am grateful.
K