The Dark Night Of The Soul Or Sh*t Happens - Part One

    No matter how well we work our program, do our steps or share our experience, strength and hope, challenging experiences find their way into our lives. In other words, even though I had done my steps, practiced these principles in all my affairs, and had begun my trek on the road to happy destiny; even though I had discovered a new life and a new freedom which resulted in a miraculous serenity and a daily joyfulness, Sh*t still happens.

    A little over a month ago my significant other and I received an eviction notice. There is a whole story behind that, but suffice it to say, we were shocked and dismayed for we were very happy just where we were and had no desire to move. Our time in our little condo on 19^th Ave., was the best four years of our lives. I know it was the best four years of my life. It had been a time of healing and recovery and a renewed commitment to assist others in finding the quality of recovery that I have found. The time was not without it's struggles. Robert, my husband and dear friend was working for a drug and alcohol treatment center, having over a decade of continuous sobriety. He both loved and hated his job.

    On the one hand, he could be an instrument through which others might find recovery. This thrilled him for his life was also committed to the service of others. Nevertheless, he also had to be a virtual jailer, making sure that clients did not bring in drugs and alcohol, did not take sexual advantage of one another, and didn't break any of the rules of the house. This was a constant frustration for him, as he believed in the power of personal responsibility in recovery and the director of the treatment center continually avoided confronting clients for their behavior and holding them responsible. This meant that the clients were not being taught the primary principle of recovery. He did his best to impart this message where he could, but having no backing from the policy makers, he had to watch as the recidivism rate increased, and the number of deaths involving previous clients rose. It broke his heart. As a result he had become increasingly depressed. I tried to suggest that he find a different job, but he just couldn't walk away from his "pidgins". So, in the midst of his frustration and depression, we had to move.

    I was shocked, and felt my world teeter. I had been so very happy, joyous and free. Now everything was going to

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