Recovery4Me
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Developing friendship among my community was a good step from hiding behind the computer screen and developing exposure therapy for my PTSD. I attempted to be careful, watch for red flags, take small steps with trust building, vulnerability in increments while soothing down the hypervigilance or mounting paranoia concerning those clusters of stationed homeless. Volunteer work allowed more than myopic focus on disabilities as well as aging. All seemed to be moving forward.
Recently, I had to let go of one of my closer real-time friends as his circle of new acquaintances started including those in a program for obtaining methadone, allegedly for recovery people. However, several indicators pointed towards a different direction on their part. So, I started to get nervous as they would congregate if my friend and I were talking to associate with him.
This saddened me in one manner and at the same time I had to accept my own judgement vrs my wish for tolerance. Understanding I might be jumping to conclusions but listening to my own inner voice... I decided -if it quacks it is probably a duck. Kind closure was offered to my now ex-friend and breathing easier in my own grateful recovery.
What I didn’t do is try to rescue, control the situation, force my concept of consideration, nor brow beat myself for not wanting to include those new people in my sphere... I merely let go of my desired outcome... as I walked on my side of the street.
Thanks for listening.?
Recently, I had to let go of one of my closer real-time friends as his circle of new acquaintances started including those in a program for obtaining methadone, allegedly for recovery people. However, several indicators pointed towards a different direction on their part. So, I started to get nervous as they would congregate if my friend and I were talking to associate with him.
This saddened me in one manner and at the same time I had to accept my own judgement vrs my wish for tolerance. Understanding I might be jumping to conclusions but listening to my own inner voice... I decided -if it quacks it is probably a duck. Kind closure was offered to my now ex-friend and breathing easier in my own grateful recovery.
What I didn’t do is try to rescue, control the situation, force my concept of consideration, nor brow beat myself for not wanting to include those new people in my sphere... I merely let go of my desired outcome... as I walked on my side of the street.
Thanks for listening.?