A couple of days ago, the Dad and I received a call from the Son's work. It was 6pm and the Son was supposed to be at work at 4pm. He was a no show and they were worried about him. He had been late for the last two days. This is the kind of call we all worry about receiving.
The Dad called one of his friends to see if he knew how to get in touch with him (his phone had run out of minutes). He hadn't heard from him. So the Dad decided to drive to the city to try to roust him in his apartment. Of course our first thought, as many of you can easily guess was, "will we find him alive?"
I didn't go with the Dad. I calmly said that I just didn't think I could go not knowing what we'd find. He agreed. He thought that I should stay home. Five minutes later the Dad came through the door and said, "he's alive." His friend managed to find him and he called....... drunk, but he called.
The snowball is starting to roll downhill fast. And yet, it is sadness that I feel, instead of panic. All day yesterday I started thinking about the way that I was feeling. I started to wonder if my heart had grown hard. The feelings are so different than they were before. Yes, I am worried. I know where this is headed. I know that things will get radically worse before than have any chance of getting better. But, still I'm not a nervous wreck. I'm not pasting on a fake smile. I am a little sad. I am tired from the ups and downs of this disease. But anxiety has mostly left the building.
Last night I was to choose the topic for our Al Anon meeting. I wanted to talk about this most recent experience and so I was trying to get to the root of what had changed. What had happened to make this frightening experience bearable? And then I realized that for the first time, I had actually 'made the decision to turn my will and my life over to the care of God as I understand Him.'
Finally, I knew that this madness was out of my control. Finally, I accepted that God was the only thing that could restore my sanity and finally I decided to allow God to handle this because He knows far better than me. And, there is peace in this madness. The anxiety is gone.
I've been in Al Anon for three years. There have been a number of times where I've thought that I "had" the first three steps. But, really it took three years to really get it. I realize that if I am not careful, I can go right back to insanity. But for today I am grateful for a loving God who is at the helm. I am grateful for rest while in His care. I am grateful for my Al Anon family group.
Praying always for you and your loved ones.