Posts Tagged recovery
“Maybe I’ll remember my next thirty years.”
Posted by Steven Buehler in Uncategorized on April 20, 2009
(with apologies to Tim McGraw…)
I turn 37 on Thursday. Don’t even try to reach me—I’ll be at Walt Disney World celebrating for free.
Thirty-seven. Where has the time flown? It seems like not long ago that I was blasting Stryper’s “To Hell With the Devil” in my 1983 Ford Fairmont Futura with best-friend Ricky driving through Santa Ana on our way to Calvary Chapel of Costa Mesa (which, strangely enough, was—and still is—located in Santa Ana) for the College & Career Bible Study. Like it was just last month I was sitting on the floor of the sanctuary on Saturday nights watching bands like Undercover and 4-4-1 and Youth Choir.
Dreams were huge then. I was a full-time student at Vanguard, looking toward entering full-time ministry as a teacher or a pastor or a Bible scholar. I was burning the candle on every end taking a double-load of classes and working 20-hour weekends for money to pay my dad for the car and have something left over to pay a few bills.
Those dreams are gone now. I’ve been married and divorced, the latter destroying any hopes I have here in the South of ever doing what I was trained—and I thought called—to do as my life’s work. Life has a way of being a cruel teacher as well as an inspirational coach. Instead of being in ministry I’ve worked in office and programming jobs, and right now am living without a job in a bruisingly brutal economy. I’m spending my birthday week working on bankruptcy papers to file.
Am I bitter? Maybe. Not as much as people think I should be. Depressed? Definitely; who wouldn’t be frustrated in the same situation?
Am I mad at God? Definitely NOT. I have to constantly remind myself that my limited perspective doesn’t compare to His limitless perspective. I’m still in this shoebox called Time, only able to see what’s around me; He’s outside the shoebox, holding it in His hands, able to see all of its contents. How can I be mad at Someone who truly knows what He’s doing with this shoebox, even if I can’t understand why?
8 "For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,"
declares the LORD.9 "As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.(Isaiah 55.8–9, NIV)
I also must accept the fact that it’s a combination of my own decisions and things I can’t control that have put me here. Today’s culture is one that always wants to blame somebody else for their problems—it was my parents’ fault for the way they raised me; I wouldn’t have done this if you hadn’t’ve [fill in the blank]. No one wants to take responsibility for their own decisions. It’s always someone else’s fault, isn’t it?
I choose as I turn 37 to take responsibility for what I can control, and to stop worrying about the things I can’t control. You’d be surprised how liberating that decision is.
Symbols.
Posted by Steven Buehler in Uncategorized on April 10, 2009
My one-bedroom apartment gets messy rather quickly. The point where I’m no longer able to find what I need usually is the indicator that it needs to be cleaned up. It was while I was picking up some things tonight that I found an empty tin of Copenhagen® snuff.
The tin is not mine. I’ve never smoked a cigarette or dipped chewing tobacco in my life. In a similar manner that I don’t have much of a taste for alcohol, I just can’t imagine why some people choose to purposely inhale smoke. But there’s a reason I’ve kept this tin around the apartment for what’s now going on three and a half years.
The tin belonged to one of the guys in my CR small group. While the group I facilitated was specific to men’s sexual addiction, it was certainly not usual (in fact, it was expected) that it was not the only issue that each person in the group was dealing with; sexual addiction was simply the big issue that they felt they needed to address in their lives, and I’ve found often that when it’s dealt with, the other issues like anger and other addictions sometimes resolve themselves because they can apply what they receive here in the other areas of their lives.
The tin belonged to a long-time leader of the ministry who for a while helped me out with facilitating when our particular small group was started. At the time he was off alcohol for a number of years and heavily involved in A.A., and also dealing with compulsive gambling, but also had a tobacco habit since his teens. The very last meeting in 2005 before New Year’s Eve he decided he was going to quit tobacco. Cold Turkey. He took this tin out of his pocket and dumped the contents in the trash can in front of every guy in the room. Not wanting to leave it in the trash can at a church he put the empty tin back in his pocket; on our way out of small group I took the empty tin from him. It sat at my work area at home ever since, and it moved with me when I gave up the house in the divorce and moved to this apartment. He’s been tobacco free ever since that night, and the empty tin that now sits on my shelf is a testimony to it along with other mementos from the past.
It’s also a reminder. I set it on the self within clear view as a reminder for me to pray for him, and when people ask about when they visit (not that I ever have any visitors) I can share with them this man’s story. To some it’s an empty throw-away; for me it symbolizes a restored/recycled life—much like the process I’m still going through.
In all of our lives there are symbols—things, physical objects that may seem mundane or meaningless to others, but has significant, life-altering meaning for those who know the story behind it. This little tin sits on my late grandfather’s jewelry box, which is full of tie pins and cuff links, an old watch that no longer works, old name badges from when he worked at Ralphs as a meat cutter and Anaheim Stadium as a vendor, gun club pins, and two Catholic rosaries that belonged to my late grandmother (even though I’m a former Catholic). There are even a couple of bullets in there from when my late grandfather shot at the ranges. Everything in that box has a meaning of some kind attached to it. I also have a small toiletry case that belonged to my grandmother that has old letters I’ve received, cards, old driver’s licenses, Disneyland brochures from the times I used to go as an annual passholder, letters from Vee, etc. They all have meaning. Even though I’m not Catholic, I have a lot of my late grandmother’s religious items (she was devoutly Catholic) and display them around the apartment. One of those items is a “sick kit” that is used by Catholic priests to administer last rites to the sick.
What do you keep around your life as reminders? Not just pictures, but what physical objects from the past do you still have as reminders and symbols to you? What do they mean to you? Have we become so much of a “throw away” culture that we’ve forgotten about the generations and friends that went before us?
Things I've learned from life so far
Posted by Steven Buehler in Uncategorized on February 15, 2009
- It's impossible to move forward when you're constantly looking backwards. You'll be a train wreck waiting to happen.
- The past may have shaped our present to a point, but it's the decisions we make in the present, not the past, that shape our future.
- If there is ever any doubt about how much you are loved, go back to your Bible and read Psalm 139.
- Everyone, without exception, needs at least one person in his or her life that they can tell everything to without being judged, and with whom they can be comfortable just being themselves.
- Don't expect to fly if you're not willing to take the risk of jumping off the cliff.
- Corollary to #5—Don't expect to walk on water if you're not willing to get out of the boat.
- Doing the right thing now will make it easier to do the right thing later, even when doing the right thing now might be painful.
- Not doing the right thing now will eventually come back and bite you in the @$$, usually at the worst possible time.
- The end never justifies the means. Period.
- Trying to maintain a lie is a whole lot harder than simply telling the truth to begin with.
- Be you. Don't try to be somebody else. Others will see through it every time, and just being yourself without any façades is a whole lot easier.
- Perfection is a myth perpetuated by fashion magazines. It's okay to not be perfect.
2009—The only way to go is up
Posted by Steven Buehler in Uncategorized on January 1, 2009
Before I begin the usual end-of-year retrospective, I thought you would enjoy sharing in my New Year’s moment at EPCOT Center in Walt Disney World. I had planned to bring in the new year at Magic Kingdom, but by the time I got to Disney World at 9 PM the park was at capacity and they closed off the parking lots, sending everyone to EPCOT or Disney’s Hollywood Studios to ring in the new year.
I regret to write that this moment at EPCOT was one of very few high points of the past year. For a lot of us, myself included, 2008 was not a good year. So many of us ended the year on such a low note that the only direction we can go in 2009 is up, given that we end 2008 flat on our backs.
I lost everything in 2008—my home, my family, my job (twice), my savings (I had to withdraw my entire 401(k) account to live off of during the five months of this year that I was without work). Nearly all of my friends were in Celebrate Recovery®, so when I was forced by my work schedule to drop out of the program I also had to leave them behind. I look at the state of things at the beginning of the new year and realize that things will get worse before they get better, both personally and in the greater economy. I do listen to Bloomberg Radio on a daily basis.
In the process, though, I gained a new and passionate relationship with the person I should have been after in the first place nearly twenty years ago. I guess it takes that long sometimes, along with one or two broken relationships along the way, to learn the lessons we have to learn to be ready for the relationship we should have had in the first place. I just wish it didn’t have to take place from 2,500 miles away. Christmas week in California was one of the best holidays I’ve had in my life, and I can’t wait to go back “home” to where I grew up, in Orange County.
There is a lot of work to be done this coming year. The priority is finding a new job, as unemployment only pays for so much, while trying to preserve as much in resources as possible to make the move back to Southern California sometime in the coming year. The path ahead will be rough and difficult to walk, but there is a light at the end of it that I can see all the way from here.
So here’s to the new year, and to its hopes, challenges, and potential rewards.
Is life worth living?
Posted by Steven Buehler in Uncategorized on October 25, 2008
Before all my recovery friends start trying to ring my cell phone, I am not suicidal. I’m actually doing quite well at this moment.
But that title sure grabbed your attention, didn’t it?
Why did that title grab your attention so readily?
Perhaps it’s because that’s a question everybody has asked themselves at some point. Like when the layoff notice hits the desk. Or when your supposed “love of a lifetime” serves you with the divorce petition and you suddenly have no family. Or when the local Sheriff shows up at your door step with foreclosure and eviction papers. Or when that once-in-a-generation recession hits and you lose everything but the shirt on your back. I’ve been through the first three, although being forced to move out of the family home into my own apartment didn’t require the Sheriff or foreclosure.
Let’s face it—generally speaking, we’re in unprecedented low times in our generation. We’re in times that are lately being compared to the Great Depression of the 1920s and 1930s, a time that only ended because the United States went to war. This time, unlike last time, the “contagion” has spread around the globe. Much of it is paying the price for the excesses we took when the economy was in much better circumstances. It’s not entirely the fault of politicians, so when laying the blame it helps to take a good look into the mirror as well as through the binoculars. Times like these, when the bills are piling up and the money in the checkbook doesn’t seem to pile anywhere near the stack of bills, it’s easy to ask the question.
Some—like the father of one of my nieces—answered in the negative and ended his (Godspeed, Joseph). Others—like the new sweetheart of mine that I hope to be able to introduce to you sometime in the future—chose to hang on and keep moving, even though doing so involves a tremendous amount of emotional, physical, and spiritual pain. (Note, it is the general “policy” in this blog that I respect the privacy of those dear in my life, so no names or photos of that special individual here without consent).
This brings me to this question: What would be the difference if we choose to hang on for just a bit longer?
If there is one thing that we try to hammer into the minds of people in recovery, it’s not to quit. Hang on, because the breakthrough can be just around that next corner. If you were to stop now just before it comes, what will you miss!
It turns out that if Joseph (true story, from what I know) would have waited a mere half hour more, and had his cell phone on his person instead of left in his truck, he would have gotten that call from his former boss offering him his old job back. Things would have turned around, but he missed out by mere minutes. And to even begin to think of the friends and family that will miss him because of one selfish decision.
The first step to gaining back the peace, stability, and serenity we desperately seek is to accept the fact that sometimes life just sucks. It’s the nature of the fallen world we live in. And you and I are imperfect, flawed human beings in the midst of that fallen world. Nobody is completely perfect on this planet; there is not a single person on the face of this earth who will not disappoint or hurt us at some time, either intentionally or unintentionally. This is reality; when we can accept that it is, we finally stop beating ourselves up when things screw up. We accept ourselves as we are, but at the same time keep hope and drive to continue to grow and learn from mistakes. Even better, we finally understand that the “power to grow and change” is outside ourselves. In the end, it comes from the people we put around us who encourage us and challenge us, and it is the product of our faith.
Growth is the product of cherishing every sacred moment of life. And every moment of life is sacred.
Negotiation.
Posted by Steven Buehler in Uncategorized on January 13, 2008
There were more e-mails exchanged between my soon-to-be ex-wife and me concerning the practical matters of who will get what. She will take the house and assume the mortgage. I’m preparing to move out of Lakeland to a much smaller apartment in nearby Plant City—a bit more central to Brandon and Lakeland where I will be serving Celebrate Recovery groups, and a bit closer to potential jobs in Tampa while still having the feel of being “out in the sticks.” The apartments share an association with the Walden Lake community, which is a very nice neighborhood and will allow me to use their lakes and trails and such. The rent is such that even if I had to rely on unemployment compensation it would still be more than enough to pay the rent and keep food on the table. I’ll be looking forward to being able to smell the orange blossoms even more strongly in a couple of months.
I’ll be leaving behind my large printer and the large scanner so she has something she can use with the laptop I bought for her and her studies and work, since I just bought the portable Canon printer and will be getting a more portable scanner that’s powered by USB. I pretty much plan to take my clothes and my equipment, and leave the rest behind. It’s a good time to simplify things and jettison those things that are nice to have but that I don’t really need to be “happy.”
I should finally have the papers in my hand tomorrow so I can respond. If there’s nothing really in dispute I could simply file a paper agreeing to the petition and waiving the final hearing, and it’ll be over.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled reality.
Posted by Steven Buehler in Uncategorized on January 12, 2008
It was a great day today getting to do the multimedia for the first Advanced Leadership Training Seminar of the year for Celebrate Recovery at Bell Shoals Baptist Church in Brandon, FL. It was great to have the opportunity to meet some of the people that until the seminar I had only known through testimony videos and names on the covers of Step Guides and on the pages of web sites. I was especially blessed to meet Tina Davis, the national training coach, who shares a similar testimony of sexual addiction, and Johnny Baker, the son of CR founder John Baker, who co-led the ALT portion of the day.
The day was valuable for me in that it gave me some good guidance in conducting the open share group that I am responsible for at CR on Monday nights, as well as helping keep the main focus on the newcomer—those who are there for the first time exploring the program, helping them feel like they are in a safe place where they are free to share their hurts, habits, and hang-ups.
I left the “high” of the ALT and returned home in the early evening to find the latest reminder of the reality that is ahead. Apparently a process server had visited the house while I was gone and left his card in the door. I returned the call to let them know when I would be home. There’s no sense in dragging out the inevitable.
Some stories don't have happy endings.
Posted by Steven Buehler in Uncategorized on January 11, 2008
I mentioned in a previous entry about the fact that the road to recovery isn’t always smooth. I started my recovery process in April, 2005, fully aware that it could cost me everything.
Today, it has.
I spent the afternoon helping set up for the Celebrate Recovery One-Day Seminar and Advanced Leadership Training , getting my laptop set up and connected, testing everything, converting the PowerPoint files to Keynote, etc., and decided to check my e-mail on the iPhone as I was entering the Shells restaurant in Brandon to have dinner with the Saddleback Church staff and John Baker (the founder of the program).
E-mail #1 in my mailbox started (for the sake of privacy, this is the only portion you’ll get to read):
I write this with sadness, and probably should have talked but we have always communicated better in writing. I am convinced it is time for us to live our lives separately. We both seem to be happier that way. We actually lived separately when we were in the same house.
On New Year’s Day I gave my wife until January 15th to decide whether to move back in to the house or to file for a divorce, because I was tired of excuses and game-playing and it just seemed that it was time to come to a decision about what’s next. She chose to file.
In today’s postal mail, there was a solicitation letter dated January 10 from an attorney in Lakeland. It’s not unusual for attorneys to look through the local court files for recently-filed cases that may provide them with a potential client.
Re: Case # 2008DR-000200-0000-00
Dear Sir or Madam:
If you have already retained a lawyer for this matter, please disregard this letter. A recent review of the Polk County Clerk of Court’s files show that someone has recently filed a civil action against you.
The letter continued on about his experience in “cases involving divorce, child custody, or child support issues” and to offer a free consultation. It was stamped “ADVERTISEMENT” in red at the bottom of the letterhead as well as on the envelope. I’ll probably see a few more of this kind of letter in the next several days.
So, with an e-mail, it’s over. Somewhat perversely poetic that a relationship that started online, ended online.
In life, and in recovery, some stories and some chapters don’t have happy endings. Sometimes God has to strip all the way down to the foundation in order to start building again. Such is my case, and I must accept it.
On resolutions and the state of Christianity
Posted by Steven Buehler in Uncategorized on January 1, 2008
I’ll be honest, here—I suck at resolutions. Most don’t last past Noon on New Year’s Day. The one to “eat better” died less than a minute after midnight in a Family Size bag of Doritos®. That said, there are some goals and things that must be accomplished before next New Year’s Day rolls around:
- Priority One is getting a job, since I only have just over a month or so of severance package left to live off of. Much longer, and I’ll be on the street. But at least I’ll still have health insurance.
- Secondly, a significant decision needs to be made about marriage and family. Do I keep fishing, or cut bait and move on? April will be a year since my wife left for her parents’ house, and I’m just about out of patience. I think what makes me the most righteously indignant about the whole thing is that the “mentor couple,” who should be setting the example and know better, are letting her get away with what she’s doing.
- Make a decision about getting the virtual business off the ground. Right now it’s a necessity—I need income. But what if I find a full-time job? Do I keep it going?
One significant thing I’d like to do in my spiritual journey in 2008 is take a good, hard, close-up look at the first-century Church, and compare where we are in 2008 with where it was in its beginnings. It was a very different Church then, and it seems we are so far away from where it began that I’m not sure we can call our current religious practice “Christianity” in its original sense. People like Keith Giles, Rob Bell, and others in the emerging church movement are beginning to capture my interest with an integrative spirituality that is making more of a difference in such a short time than most of the mainstream church is able to do in years. These are people who are digging into the scriptures and doing real exegesis, finding out what it meant to them in the first century before relaying that meaning from then to now.
My interest in Christianity at its foundations comes from a not-uncommon observation that I’ve noted in the past two and a half years (closing in on three years) of my recovery from pornography and sexual addiction.
The observation is this: over these past few years, I would say that nearly all of the rejection, stigma, negative remarks, vindictiveness, etc., has come from those who claim to be Christians. Instead of being a hospital for the sick, we’ve become a country club where those who don’t fit in are thrown out. We’ve put God in this box of how we expect Him to act and behave and anything that attempts to go outside that box is “not of God”—it’s like God’s in that box and we’ve relegated to Satan everything outside that box. We’ve made God our butler, not our Lord. I often find more personal acceptance from the non-religious community than I do from Christians. It was never intended to be that way.
Observations like this have been driving me away from what most people call “church” this past year as I’ve continued my recovery journey. Places like Celebrate Recovery (where I volunteer full-time) have become “church” for me every week, because people that come are allowed to be not just Christians, but human beings with hurts, habits, and hang-ups. We’re allowed to have time to let God work on those things instead of being forced into someone else’s cookie cutter. People are accepted as they are, and then treated like the new creations in Christ they can become. Because of that, people grow. People change. People don’t remain spiritually stagnant. That, friends, is Church as I believe Christ intended it from the beginning. We become salt that adds flavor rather than blandness. We make a difference.
In balance, the scriptures we hold to as Christians definitely contain some absolutes and some basic foundations that are prerequisite to being called Christian. But if we were to take a careful look, those prerequisites are actually very few. We’ll find that the rest are things that we, like the Pharisees, have piled on top of that foundation over the years that, while they are generally in keeping with the Word of God and don’t contradict it, in reality have nothing to do with God’s intention and design for followers of Jesus Christ. Not that everything we know as Christians is wrong, but that there is a lot of “fluff” that we need to take a serious look at in light of the scriptures and in light of how the church actually began. This will be my personal and spiritual challenge this coming year. I want to know what being a follower of Jesus Christ meant to them in the beginnings of the church in order to understand what it should then mean to me. I want to look at life—what are people truly, deeply searching for, and how can we as Christians provide that in a way that is meaningful and fulfills that basic human need?
My other challenge this year is to take a look at the rising tide of social media and find how we can integrate into not just our personal and social lives, but also into our spiritual lives. The fact is that the world is rapidly changing, and we have to adapt in some way to what’s coming in order to remain effective at what we do.
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