Asking for help is difficult. It means swallowing our pride and admitting we cannot do it alone. There are many places to get help for the still sick and suffering. The most effective is the rooms of Alcoholics Anonymous. I must be careful talking about that, because it is Anonymous. Although these days with social media and Facebook Group Pages, there is no longer much anonymity.
God was who I first asked for help. When I got sober in May 2006, I started in the basement by myself. I had detoxed off of pain meds and quit drinking along with other substances. I can honestly say God was with me the whole time, even though I felt like hell, I knew he was there. There is no way in hell I suffered through that agony alone. Alone in body, maybe, but not alone in spirit.
The second person I asked was my kids’ social worker at Bucks County Children and Youth. After the detox, I called the County and they got me in an outpatient group. I had one counseling session a week with a guy who never had a drug problem and was slightly condescending. Along with that, I had three outpatient groups a week.
And so it went. I would ask people for help at the group. The caseworker always picked up the phone when I called. For me to reach out my hand was difficult being a woman always hell bent on self-will.
Swallowing my selfish pride and asking for help was the best thing I could do for myself. There are many places to ask for help. Visit www.aa.org to get started and find a meeting.