I’m glad that I have my support group at Celebrate Recovery. It would be really easy to retreat inside myself right now, but this time I am going to get it out before that happens.
Friday night made me even more happy about those people. I was at guitar center and as I was pulling out of the parking lot, “he” was pulling in. That wasn’t really what I wanted to see at that point, so I decided to go to a CR meeting instead of be at home alone all night. I got to meet two really awesome people and a few of us went out for “coffee” afterwards, even though there was no coffee involved. It was nice.
So today… I finally dug into the chapter that I have been dreading in my CR book. SPONSOR. The last person that I thought about asking to be my sponsor when I hit this chapter last year decided to be a jerk instead. This is one of the hardest parts of this process. Who do I want to trust with my deepest, darkest secrets? Granted, I could just keep my first sponsor, but we sort of lost contact a few months ago. She’s in Iowa and I’m in North Carolina, so it made it hard. But I guess it’s all my fault that I haven’t found a new one since then. It’s been well over a year since I moved here.
I have to wait for service to end so I can go high-jack the amp in the music room for a couple hours of practice.