Anonymous People Reaction
Reaction to Anonymous People.
As a person in long term recovery, I am no longer limited to the substance that abused me, I am free both from the literal bondage of addiction, and the then declared bondage of classification. As a recovering person, I am able to deliver the idea that freedom from whatever is holding you back can be achieved. Does not all of our recoveries bring us out from separation back to social wholeness? Why then do we accept this separation as the fundamental idea of anonymity? Is not anonymity just the mere shield a society, which has no real membership requirement, uses to keep its members from speaking on behalf of itself? Was it not born out of the necessity of the very few who had found a solution to this problem dealing with the many? And so now, as we sit, amidst the varying fellowships all with substantial time in recovery, are we not now able to handle the social implications of being recovered? How many people, who touch our lives, may have need of someone in recovery, and had they known, may have reached out to us for help?
As long as the shame and stigma exist, those in need of help will fear the asking and those with the ability to give it will hide behind their fellowships. And why is there such an insistence of separation amongst our ranks? Why would the recovering addict and the recovering alcoholic, the gambler, the over-eater, and the codependent, who all practice similar principles, merely be only their own brothers keeper? Are we not all brothers in the idea of what we have overcome and would not our alignment serve to save the very lives of our own? Are not all of us, who suffer the grave consequences of losing control of ourselves, once roused from that state, quite capable of delivering a message of hope based on the same principles? They say to conquer yourself is a task more powerful than the conquering of a city, and yet we as a group in this country are being conquered by jails, institutions, and death.
As a person in long term recovery it doesn’t matter from whence I came but to where I am going and whomever I meet along the way is surely welcome to come. This is how I perceive the “road of happy destiny”, like the many roads of religion and spirituality, our paths may in theory appear different, but in essence they are paved with the same gold. We have an obligation to mine this gold, and share it freely with those who are in need of it. We have an obligation to our brothers and sisters, who have a disease that is being treated with handcuffs, who have to wait 30 days to get into a 5 day detox, who may die tonight because they never knew recovery was possible. And why would they not know recovery was possible? Because we refused to talk about it. Because we refused to take the candle we light for those who are suffering with us outside of our respective fellowships.
As messengers of hope, our recoveries are this candle, and I urge anyone hearing or reading this to bring yours wherever you go, and let no wind of opposition dare put it out, for it was lit by your perseverance in the face of great obstacles and seemingly insurmountable odds. This is the challenge I place before myself and anyone with experience, strength, and hope, for if not now then when is our society in need of such instruments of change?
With optimism for and gratitude to the gift of recovery,