Loosid Sober Tip of the Day August 04

In order to heal, we have to feel.

In our active addiction, most of us have used substances to numb ourselves so as not to feel anything in our lives that wasn’t going according to OUR plan.

When we enter a spiritual program of recovery, we learn that the only way to recover is to lean into the very same things we were running away from for so long.

No one has ever lived a life according to OUR plan. No matter who you are, life will have joy and sadness. Love and loss. Dark and light.

That’s called life.

When we get sober, much of our spiritual work is on complete acceptance of life on life’s terms and feeling ALL feelings good and ‘bad’.

More importantly, we change our perception of what we used to call ‘bad’.

From our ‘problems’ come our greatest lessons. From our ‘pain’ comes our greatest growth.

Just for today, be willing to accept all that comes, good and bad.

Take solace in the fact that there is a spiritual program to embrace it all.

How did this tip resonate with you? Let us know your thoughts below. There are many people in the Loosid community who need to hear what you have to say.

With Love, Loosid :pray::heart:

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I don’t and never will understand pain having to be a qualifier for growth..I could think of better ways to grow. I don’t think it should be a matter of suffering to know joy. Why not joy for joy’s sake. What about growth because you choose to grow. I don’t see the point of getting all beat up in this life to get a little enjoyment out of life. You must suffer. I’m sick and tired of suffering. You have to be sick to know what well feels like? There is plenty of suffering to go around. Enjoyment is scant. There is way more suffering than enjoyment. How can you enjoy anything with so much suffering going on all over this planet. I don’t feel eligible to feel joy. Because I’m deeply empathetic. A mother has to live without a son whose skull was caved in where a car careened off an exit and landed on top of her sons car, She’s 86 and lives with that horrific memory? It sucks. My granny had her legs cut off and she was bedridden except for some wheelchair rides. For ten years. I lost my 3 siblings to alcohol. Think a boat’s gonna make me happy? Think more money will make me happy when society is bloodthirsty for your money and will devise a plan to take it? When children are trafficked for sport? Suffering is good? Bullchit. I can feel good about adopting a shelter pup when sick people beat their dogs and do unspeakable cruel things to animals, tie them up and leave them outside all seasons? And domestic violence? Husbands and/or wives driving them to the brink of insanity with beatings and other sick tactics, horrid spirit crushing verbal abuse? But this is all so you can know what joy is? What am I missing. I just don’t buy it.