More joy. Less me.

It’s been a very busy week in terms of working with others. Friday I had the day off work and ended up going with my friend Robert on a 12th Step call. We drove from Boise to Eagle and picked this man up, drove back to Boise, and spent the rest of the day with him.  At 4 I had Dennis, the new guy I sponsor, come to where we were. We went to a 5:30 meeting, an 8 o’clock meeting, a 10 o’clock meeting. Robert took the guy home with him; he didn’t have anywhere safe to be.

Dennis is sober 8 days now and working with him has been fantastic for me. Tonight he was beating himself up about his last relationship with a sociopath drug addict; feeling hurt and lonely and humiliated – all the things that I went through for so many months. I think I’ve been able to convey that I understand what he’s feeling and that it’s going to be OK.

I’m seeing my nurse practitioner tomorrow to discuss alternatives to Provigil that I can afford. There is an obvious risk, but the risk of not doing something is too great. I’m not absolutely sure that I’ll be able to maintain being employable on my own. Maybe soon I’ll talk about what’s going on in that department  but not yet.

I guess life is OK, but recovery is fantastic.