Rehab Reflections: The Return of Spirituality

I was looking for some paper to write on (duh) the other night and I ran across the notebook that I purchased at Cumberland Heights for taking notes in our group meetings.

I also used this notebook to record my journal.  I didn’t write everyday. It appears I wrote every other day, some short and some long.

What I would like to do on Wednesdays, if you are interested (if not, please, by all means, tell me to skip it.  I know, it’s my blog, but if your not interested then I’m just not gonna be happy ), is to post an entry out of my journal, word for word, just to share with you my growth process as I was going through rehab.

If you are considering rehab, I think this will really really benefit you.

To all of you, if you finish an entry and none of it makes sense, please ask me some questions.  If you don’t understand, then there is a GREAT possibility that someone else won’t understand.  If we pool our thoughts together, we can probably help that person.

So here we go…

Entry number one.  No date known for sure.

Spirituality came back in my life on Thursday, 2-28-08.  My insurance was going to discharge me but after praying with Dr. Ishee and praying to God that I stay the full 14 days, my prayers were answered.  Dad paid\loaned me the money to stay full term.

That’s it.  That’s the first entry.  Told you.  Some were short some were long.  I will fill you in a little on what I was talking about in that entry. I remember it well.

A lot of insurance companies will only pay for 3 days of “inpatient” rehab.  Long enough to get an alcoholic out of the dangers of detox.  Then, depending on what the Dr. says (and that apparently matters little), the insurance companies (as usual) decide who goes and who stays.

Well, guess what?  I was going to go home after only 3 days!  I was a nervous wreck.  I was in no way, ready to face the outside world at this point.  It had only been three days.  (I was wrong in the post where I mentioned the little blue pill.  They don’t give it to you for five days, it’s only 3.)

I will say though, that insurance would have paid for an outpatient type deal where you go to group meetings, but before and after the meetings, your on your own.  That was not for me.

Again, I was scared to death.  In tears.  I remember the pain in my chest.  There was more fear that day than any day I can recall before or since.  I NEEDED to stay the 14 days.  Otherwise, I would have went back to my home, my hell hole with the devil himself waiting for me to return so we could continue our lives together.  I felt I was not strong enough to go back.

Some were happy as a lark to get out in 3, they were usually the ones that were forced into rehab.  But, I digress.

God answered my prayers.  My folks (I LOVE YOU GUYS!), who have always stood beside me, helped me stay the 14 days.  Hence the return of my spirituality.  Hence my relationship with God started the explosion process and it has grown into what it is today.  I’m sure it’s all because of that one single itty bitty day.  that one little pebble in my path.  That one conversation with God to remove that pebble.

Well, what do you think?  Any questions brewing (no pun intended) in your head?  Shall I post another next week? Be honest.

Because of HIM

SC

See the rest of the Rehab Reflections series.

1. Rehab Reflections: God Answers Prayers!
2. Rehab Reflections: Out With The Old And In With The New
3. Rehab Reflections: You Can Walk With Me?
4. Rehab Reflections: The Final Entry – What a day