The Good Housekeeping article! Thanks to everyone for your support and kind words. I’ve gotten a few emails from people who say things like “divine intervention” and “just in time” and that has been really really cool. Y’all know I deep down believe that when you pray the universe will answer, but you have to listen, and if someone reading about me getting sober helps them get sober…..the totally amazingness of that is big to contemplate.
That article coming out led to this:
This letter took my breath away. So much love coming from my husband to me that I felt about 27 million feet tall. My heart feels so full. Then I called his grandmother (who is 88 and an old school southern lady) and had to tell her I was an alcoholic, and that pretty much everyone might know about it since I was in a magazine.
“Oh Amy! I am so proud of you!” she said, not missing a beat. Not one second of disapproval. NOT ONE. “Good for you!” she said. More love. More taller.
Then the email from Jonathan’s mom came:
I am so thankful that you have shared this with us! I only wish I had known earlier. I would have been praying for Amy….for all of you…and would have been one of her biggest cheerleaders this past year. I have plenty of love and support to give. I have started reading the blog…..from the beginning…..but since I do have to get some work done, I have to save the rest until I’m home. I am SO PROUD of you Amy! My heart is about to pop! Love you so much! Mimi/Mom
Now I am hugely tall. Taller than ever. My heart swelled to as big as it could get, and then stretched out to make room for the support coming from my family and people out in the world who don’t even know me but believe in me.
Whoa. Thank you universe. I needed that. Ask and ye shall receive. But you have to ask. And also receive.
It seems like that when you put yourself out there you can get what you give. So I put myself way on out there (way way on out there) and the universe made sure I was safe, and loved, and OK. That since I did something brave I could feel the love that was coming from everywhere: but I had to open my heart to get it. When I said to the world “Here I am: but for real though” the world said “Cool. Here’s this love. You are OK.”
Sometimes when you spend all your time hiding love just can’t find you, no matter how hard you wish for it to show up. But then you stop hiding and love shows up. When you say things like “Help” and “Here I am” and you squinch your eyes closed and hope for the best and then open your eyes and the best shows up too. And then you realize that even a little best is so much better than your old idea of best, and this new big big biggest best is amazing and like a miracle.
That you are loved and that a lot of that love comes from within you yourself is a miracle too.
Getting close to my year anniversary and getting emails from people just starting out makes me think about all the things I was just a year ago. Scared. Drunk. Hidden. Worried. Sad. Unable. Suffocating. Drowning. Full of undone wishing. Under my pretty regular life I was a pretty big mess holding it together with linty old tape and fraying dirty string- liable to break at any moment.
A year ago today I was probably hungover. Then I woke up that one day and decided I wanted my miracle. That I could have it. That things like “love” and “best” were actually for naked mole rat people like me too. That I could put down the thing that made me unable to see the gifts the universe had been holding out to me all along. That I was worthy. And strong. Capable. That I was a live-r and not a life-r.
And so maybe here you are: hungover. What if at this time next year you’ve been sober for almost a year now? What if you look around and decide it’s time for your miracle too? What if you think it will be too hard, and that you can’t can’t can’t but then you do it anyway?
If you are reading this you can have your miracle too. I give you permission from me and the universe because the universe once gave me permission and told me it was OK to offer it to anyone else who needed it. It’s hard and sad and glorious and you won’t even believe that it’s you anymore until that day when you’ve been sober for a while and you suddenly realize you’re the you-est you you’ve ever been. Then you will drop to your knees in you heart and give out thanks for strength and for yourself. You will be soul naked and scared but you will be you and you will love yourself so much for it. And you will cry this deep heartfelt cry, and as the tears of joy and blessing roll down your face you will know.
You are a miracle too.