"And here is the thing we must know about our things if we are ever going to survive them: We believe we can bury them, when the truth is, they’re burying us. They will always bury us, eventually."
I don't drink.
I never really have. I don't like the taste of alcohol and I don't like the idea of losing control and not remembering what I said or did. I also don't like the way it makes me feel in my body. It's never been a struggle to not drink for me since I dislike it enough. So alcohol isn't my thing.
But I have my own list of things. And while my list is not full of things that cause me to black out and not remember chunks of my life, its full of things that are mine and that need to be acknowledged and conquered because they are burying me.
"Not because I was committed to forever, but because I finally realized the future was built on a bunch of nows, and that was it."
While I was reading this beautifully written, raw, and honest novel, a part of me was thinking, "Well my 'flaws', my 'addictions' are nowhere near that bad. they don't harm anyone. they don't make it so I can't live my day to day life. They are harmless compared to all this."
Which is the way we fool ourselves, isn't it? Life isn't a comparison game. It's not about whose stories are the most awful, or who really deserves the biggest shame. It's not even about the stories we hold on to so that we can stay in the places we are, the places that don't serve us but are so hard to walk away from. I am not as bad as that, so I can keep doing what I do to numb my feelings, my life, my nows.
"It’s supposed to be difficult. It’s supposed to take everything you have. It’s supposed to take longer than you want and to change you, completely. This often won’t feel good when it’s happening, but nothing worth having ever does."
When you are high functioning in your day-to-day life, it's easy to write off these 'things' that get in the way, because they are not 'really' getting in the way after all. They aren't causing harm to others and why does it matter if it's not hurting anyone else?
"But you can decide—by no longer allowing the circumstances of your life to victimize you—that none of it owns you anymore. You can say, Now, I know better. Now, I know different. I am not helpless anymore. And then you can go about doing the hard work of healing. This is the singular, hard truth I come up against every day: I am the only one responsible for my experience."
And the fact is, life is not about other people. Even if it might seem so. Other people can't break me, and other people can't make me. I have to show up, I have to put in the work, and I have to build the life I want for myself.
Even though this book was about McKowen's journey with alcohol and going sober, it's about so much more than that. It's a reminder that if we want life to be a certain way, we don't get to run away from things. That the only way out is through. That our lives are our own and we get to decide how they go. That it's hard work to build the life you want. It's excruciating work. But then you get to have the biggest gift of all: the life you choose.
"To have a direct experience of life. To know its depths completely. To be enraptured in the mystery. To be the hero of my own great adventure."
This is the kind of book that reminds you that the work of life is always hard and always, always worth it.
With huge gratitude to the author, New World Library and edelweiss for an advanced copy in exchange for an honest review.