Sober is the New Black
Stay Connect with love, Adolfo Vasquez
Hello Friends, today is day 119 Sober. No cravings, its been a busy work week with some dog sitting. I have the next two days off which will be nice to relax and be back in the downtown la area. I am not a west side boy.
The mind of an addict is where the addiction centers. I have to watch every thought that comes into the round head of mine. I Tend to create stories in my head that than affect my heart. These stories are false stories that are not really happening. Usually its about someone trying to hurt me or do wrong to me. Which isn’t the case but my mind try’s to convince me. You can love me so deeply but I will create this lie in my head.
I know it stems from child abuse. I was constantly being hurt from my parents. Now that I found the root I can dig out the weed. I have to always watch my mind because weeds come back. Self-healing has to be constant in my life like the air I breathe. I need it in my life at all times so I can live. How do you find the root? Sit still and ask yourself questions or if you ever get mad or upset it’s usually a weed caused by past pain. For example if someone says something and I get offended. I go within and ask my self why was that a touchy subject. Not all weeds are easy to spot and might take years.
I am so grateful I can see some of my weeds but I am a desert full of painful weeds, pulling them out one day at a time. I am also planting huge tress of trust and love for myself. No need to fear if others are going to hurt me, I trust myself on letting them go if they do. I will protect myself. People will hurt me but it’s my choice to suffer. Also when I catch my mind making up stories, I have let it go and put me back it the moment. Whether its rubbing my fingers across the wall and focusing on the feeling or taking my shoes off and digging my toes in the sand and focus on the feeling. If might have to tell myself this is the moment not what’s in my head, it’s the feeling of sand on my feet. It will then go away.
Anger spreads like an infection. Wake up, stub a toe and get pissed. Walk out the door beep the horn at people, get the morning coffee be mean to a coffee shop boy than it makes him mad. it ruins his day, spreading like a virus. I have to be aware of how I treat people at all times. The mind weeds can’t overcome me. Becoming self-aware is the one of the biggest gifts sobriety has brought me. Sober is the new black.
Everyone should live their life by the words of this song by Jason Mraz Living in the moment. Addicts and non addicts
Stay connect with love, Adolfo Vasquez
Hello Friends, today is day 103 sober and it’s been a long day but a sober day that means I am dealing with life how life is meant to feel. I Work in Venice CA and its beautiful place a few minutes away from the beach, everything is laid back and so green, a big difference then Downtown Los Angeles. I would not mind living on the Westside but I do love the city a bit more.
August has passed and it brought me so many gifts, old friends, new friends, new goals and a new logo for Sober is the New Black. Life is pretty amazing sober, never thought those words would match with a deep feeling in me but it does. Sober is me. I have been healing some of the issue I carried from my childhood into an adult. My babysitter molesting me is something I never spoke about, one person new and that was Vince. I had know no one to tell growing up my parents were battling addiction and so I had to cope on my own. My childhood was like one horrible experience after another. My Molestation happened a few times. I had to be around 3years old but remember most of it; he had to be in high school. I wasn’t getting any attention from my parents, and this guy was giving hugs and kisses so I think I felt loved. It did escalate into other stuff I remember at that age looking forward to it because the sensation felt good. I think being molested was a gateway into being sexually active very young and very aggressive about it. Not really taking care of my body, I’ve been very blessed I never end up with a life threating STD. I would seek love in men and would also seek validation I never received growing up.
I realize now whatever I was searching for in men could only be found in me. I was always looking outside myself to fill the inside, well no more. Everything I need is already in me or can be created by me only. This is a poem written in a past tense. I am no longer this but this was my past that got me here today and I don’t feel ashamed one bit because i am not my mistakes. Sober is the New Black. I am grateful for the respect I have for my body now, for sobriety, for real love, for writing, and for this blog so I can be honest about my moral inventory and know that my mistakes are blessing because they are growth opportunities.
Sober is the New Black
Stay connect with love, Adolfo Vasquez