By: Marc McMahon
Well, it is Tuesday morning again and once again I sit anxiously in the waiting room of my therapist’s office trying to maintain my sanity as the final 15 minutes before my appointment crawl by slower than a tortoise running the 100-meter hurdles. All while this god awful quote, unquote relaxing music pierce’s my eardrums with it’s melancholy, melodic sounds as if it’s supposed to hypnotize u or something. All I know is that I always show up to early, have to wait too long, and I put my damn self through this every week because I hate being late. It really is comical to step outside myself and watch me bitch about it because my silly ass is the only one who can change it yet I don’t, I just bitch about it on Tuesdays I guess lol.
At least by starting this article here in the waiting room, I have maybe inadvertently found something to do on Tuesday mornings when I show up to early, instead of whine I’ll write. Who hoo chalk one up in the win column for the new sober mind solving a problem in a healthy way. That was cool you all how that just worked. OMG, I no sooner wrote that when the receptionist here announces to me that my therapist just called and she is running five minutes late, go figure like Murphy’s law working its magic. That would have driven me nuts before when I used to just sit here and wait but now. Well now it’s easy I just incorporate it into what I am writing. I tell you writing ceases to amaze me, the many levels it helps me cope with.
It is like always having a best friend to talk to and an awesome one at that who can never even talk back :). Somewhere to share all of your thoughts and feelings so you don’t have to carry them around with you all of the day long. Whether I am sharing how I feel about another person or a piece of paper both ways seem to suit me well. Both seem to help me cope, and both help me feel like I am not all alone or at least not very often do I feel that way now that I do write so I know it helps. If you have never tried sharing how you feel with a piece of paper you might try it, maybe you will like it. Maybe you will discover you can actually write kind of on accident like I did. Maybe it will be as big of a blessing for you as it is for me, wouldn’t that be awesome. But like so many good things it takes the courage to step out and explore yourself, your feelings, your fears.
Sharing Your Story
Then it takes a little more courage to share it with others but the rewards can be beyond belief. I mean by sharing our story we not only have the ability to help ourselves but there is always the chance what we have to say could be exactly what someone needs to hear in their time of crisis. You see you may not think so but your important, your story is important, and it has the power to possibly change someone else’s life for the better. Do you know it only takes one person reading the right thing, at the right time to make a difference in the world? Words have power, emotion, feelings within them and they resonate with peoples souls on a level that those same words cannot explain if that makes sense.
To share an experience with someone who has had the same but yet been able to find the words to describe it. When you do that and someone relates to what you share with a thank you so much for putting into words what I could not. That is not only a powerful experience for them but almost spiritual for you as well. Its hard to explain the validation you feel when you hear those words from another’s mouth. Or at least it is for me. So apparently this post is about the importance of not only identifying our experiences but sharing them as well. At least for ourselves with just a piece of paper to start. For some, it will never go any farther but for a few, you may go on to write for years you just never know but I encourage you to at least try if you never have before.
I think that is enough out of me for the week but thank you all again for all of your amazing support over the past year and a half and may we continue to learn, grow, and most importantly love!!!
About The Author: Marc is a 49-year-old Author, Speaker, and Soldier in a war to loosen the grasp that Substance Abuse has on our society. He is a Father, Son, and friend to all those seeking refuge from this incorrigible disease. Marc resides in the beautiful Pacific Northwest where he enjoys, writing, hiking, and kicking the disease of addiction in the teeth, every chance he gets. As Marc always likes to say, “be blessed, my friends!”