Today, I can truthfully say that I hold it all equally divine.
Free
from the guilt and shame that once bound me, I can tell you
that today I am an integrated whole. It’s my experience, strength and
hope through addiction and relapse, four marriages, prostitution,
domestic violence, jail, institutions, and the deaths of not only unique
and brilliant souls who I've had the privilege to know, but also the
death and resurrection of my own soul, that I offer this story with the
hope that somehow, it brings insight into yours.
There
are situations and people in our lives that occur as absolute
muthaf$#ka’s — at least at first. Some of mine have been some of the
aforementioned things: domestic violence, prostitution, addiction and
relapse, divorce, death and of course a couple of ex-husbands.
Here
is the gist of it all: I started using drugs and alcohol when I was 14
years old and followed them down the road to hell until I was 34.
I was literally the poster child for an “at-risk” life, with all the social and psychological “perks” that it brings.
In
1987, through the help of an amazing friend and the support of some
people who love me, I found a treatment center that introduced me to the
12-step program — and it saved my life.
During
my first eight years of chemical-free living, I completed my BS degree,
graduating Summa Cum Laude, and my MBA graduating Delta Cum Laude. I
moved from Indianapolis to Boston, co-founded a software company, and
co-authored a meta data integration patent.
And then... After eight years of living drug and alcohol free, living the life I that I'd dreamed of, I relapsed....hard.
After another hell ride, I somehow stumbled back into the 12-step program. It was at this point that I was re-introduced to yoga. (I had started yoga back in the 70s, but men, money, and drugs became more interesting...)
Through
the physical practice, I began to experience a deep reconnection to my
body. I started to perceive yoga as the way out of addiction, and made
it the basis of my recovery, leaving the 12-step program behind.
I
stayed clean that way for four years during which time I moved from
Boston to Chicago and then back to Indianapolis and then...I relapsed
again.
Again led by Grace, albeit ashamed,
perplexed, confused, and frustrated, I found my way back into recovery.
As I sorted through the confusion of it all, I realized that what an
addict like me really needed is both.
It couldn't work as an either/or.
It
was then that I began to deeply immerse myself in both the practice and
study of yoga AND the 12-step program. As of 2013, it’s been 13 years
since the last relapse.
It`s been out of my
experience and through my observation that there are many addicts just
like me. And so, in 2004 the groundbreaking work called Y12SR (The Yoga of12-Step Recovery) was born.
Y12SR
was developed (with the support and encouragement from my many
teachers) as a adjunct to the 12-step program, as another tool to
support addiction recovery, not a replacement.
It
supports the addict in recognizing the signs of relapse at the level of
feeling and sensation in the body and gives them a set of tools and
practices to help restore balance, before the relapse.
This
combined cognitive and somatic approach supports a person to find
nervous system regulation in sustainable, non-destructive ways rather
than destructive ones.
Today you can find
Y12SR meetings and practices all over the country and the curriculum has
begun spread to treatment centers as well. It’s effectiveness continues
to be proven helpful, not only with substance addiction (including
eating disorders and food addiction), but with other addictions like
gambling, compulsive spending, and media addiction.
I
have a rich life – still full of muthaf$#kas – but with a solid,
sustainable foundation for walking and awakening through them.
Yoga and the 12-steps are (and I expect will continue to be) both my lifeboat and launching pad.
What
I’ve learned is that in every difficulty—right in the heart of the
shit—is where God, light, source or whatever-you-want-to-call-it lives.
I’ve come to see it as my job to sort through the crap and find the God in the midst of the muthaf$#ka. That’s actually what Namaste means to me. Introduced to me through yoga, this Sanskrit word, often used as a greeting, is definitely more than that. For me, Namaste is a way of life.
It's often translated as “the good, God, light in me, honors the same in you.”
But
the bigger question for me was and is: how do I put this in practice?
How do I find light and goodness in abuse and abuser(s), pimps, divorce,
death, racism and aging? How do I find God in those muthaf$#kas?
My
experience is that finding God is work. Work that involves a little
hide-and-seek, excavating, planting, cultivating, sharing and much more.
The great news is there are fabulous resources are out there waiting.
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