as a recap for the word bank above: you might be asking… um, wtf do all these words have to do with one another, aside from the obvious?
the answer is alcohol, duh!
i previously wrote about admiration so today, i’m going to cover affirmation, what it has to do with alcohol and how the two, intertwined, impacted my life during and after my addiction.
for me, affirmation is dissected into a few subcategories:
since 2004, and the rise of social media, i’ve seemingly thrown any sense of self to the wind — i’ve wanted nothing more than to receive affirmation in the form of acceptance and approval from others, in hopes of gaining adoration along the way… but at the cost of having any individual authenticity to fall back on.
for the past 13 years almost, i fell in lust with everything social media brought to the table (and it didn’t help that i had a decent infatuation with andy warhol, the factory, edie sedgwick, the idea of celebrity, that whole scene…) and as cliche as it is nowadays, in 2004 it was a fresh and seductive thing, social media was… because you could be whoever you wanted to be, reinvent yourself over and over, in hopes of attracting other people to adore, accept, admire, and approve of whatever image you were presenting to the world.
imagine a perfect storm of all these things, add an immature + intoxicated state of mind and a severely altered perception of self into the mix… it’s safe to say, this did not go or end well.
social media took my age demographic by storm, and i can’t even fathom how many times i updated, refreshed, stripped, reworked and tweaked the online persona i projected out into the internet.
up until late last year, i was still very much that same girl, only more savvy about how i presented (“curated”) what i projected, but it all caught up to me…just like everything else toxic in my life did.
so, i’m left here still trying to pick up the pieces… put them back in a more logical manner, one that will allow me to flourish, find myself and hopefully some peace of mind. time will forever be our greatest friend and enemy.
i’ll give you a tl;dr timeline of chain of events that more or less got me to who/where i am now:
– 2003 : Graduated high school in the spring, started college in the fall
– 2004 : Rise of MySpace
– 2006 : Turned of legal drinking age
– Somewhere between ’06-’07 was hospitalized for consuming too many xanax and alcoholic beverages
– 2007 : Became pregnant with my first child, (the best “accident” to happen to me, a that point in time) temporarily dropped out of college
– 2008 : Gave birth to my first child
– 2010 : Went back to college to finish my degree
– 2011 : Graduated college, began working my first “career-building / foot-in-the door” job
– 2012-2014 : Made the terrible decision to jump back into social media platforms, coupled with longing to be accepted by people my own age, where I continued to tweak the persona I put out into the world, really got me nowhere. don’t forget to throw in the pathological alcoholism, and how/what that did to me mentally.
– 2015 : Became pregnant with and gave birth to my second child – this time it was planned
– 2016 : Everything was a snowball, chaotic blur of events that came to a complete halt on September 6, 2016 — the day I simultaneously died and became reborn
– 2017 : Currently 219 days sober, successfully completed an substance abuse/addiction recovery program // am now being completely honest and transparent with anything I put out into the interwebz, aspire to become a licensed substance abuse counselor when time presents itself. i need to have more sobriety and life in recovery under my belt, raise my children the best i can and know how to do, continue working on myself in a healthy, timely manner by figuring things out I never allowed myself to do… I need to do all these things, before I can fully help others.
i mean, there’s way more to this story, but i’m really working on tightening up my entries. i’ll save these facets for another rainy day.