Feeling Blessed by a Good Scare
“A
good scare is worth more to a man than good advice.”
E.W.
Howe
I
had a very big scare over the past week that was like hitting bottom harder
than hard. My father had heart disease, so I had a calcium scan to make sure I
don’t have heart issues. The calcium numbers themselves came back great, but
the scan indicated a potential mass in my chest. When those words were spoken
to me over the phone, my heart sank through the floor. I never expected to hear
anything like this. Then my OCD went on a tear: “Oh, my God! What does “a mass”
mean? Is it huge? Is it cancer? Am I going to have to have surgery? Radiation?
Lose my hair? Die before I ever even truly live my life to the fullest?
I
never in my life have seriously thought about dying. I’ve always been amazingly
healthy for an often wacked-out OCD codependent crazy (!), but now I was faced
with the true reality of life and death. I turned to my Higher Power and said “Enough
is enough. I’ve wasted too many years hating myself. I’ve hated my face, my
body, my personality, my awkwardness, my sexuality, my rigidness and I’ve even hated
my name. This all stops today. Right here, right now in this moment I finally
see that life is too precious to spend hating myself. I choose to embrace the
Little Charlie in me and the Big Charlie, too; and I embrace them with
acceptance and love. I choose today to be forever kind and loving to myself.”
I
went on to say “Higher Power, if I can have a second chance at life, everything
will be different. I will stop all of the self-criticism. I will be happy to be
me. I will begin to love my body, my personality, my everything-- and the
happier I become with me, the more I will attract happiness and goodness into
my life. I will stop wanting things to be different from the way they are and I
will accept what I cannot have in this life. I will be happy with what I do
have and I will be GRATEFUL and THANKFUL for every day of life I have left to
live.”
This
past Monday, I had a full chest scan and waited two anxious days for the
results. The days were anxious, but not nearly as bad as I expected them to be.
I was amazingly confident much of the time that everything was really OK. After
the chest scan I asked my Higher Power for a sign, and not some quiet words
inside my thoughts, but something more tangible. Within a few moments, a good
friend texted me wanting to know how the scan went. He told me that he was
confident everything was fine. So I took this as God speaking to me. And sure
enough, when I saw the cardiologist, all of my tests had turned out “wonderful.”
It
took this really big scare for me to get my self-loathing under control. Self-hatred
is the root cause of codependency and all other addictive behaviors. I’ve known
that for a long time. And although I do a much better job of liking myself than
I used to do before recovery, I still have failed to truly love the person that
God created me to be. But that failure has now come to an end. I chose from
this day forward to be kind, compassionate, accepting and loving toward myself
in every possible way. And when I am not strong enough, I will leave the rest
to my Higher Power, who can do for me what I am not able to do for myself. I
have my second chance to live a happy life that begins today with me being
happy with myself. And I’m taking full advantage. I am thankful for this day of
life and I am grateful to my Higher Power and to everyone who dances through my
life with me.
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