Ritual Replacement and Craving in Recovery

Years into recovery, craving can still find you. What you do next still counts.

I have taught this for years: "It’s what you do next that counts."

That has stayed with me because recovery eventually becomes a life built inside thousands of moments nobody else sees.

A craving hits -- and, it when it does ... it hits hard.

An old memory lights up.

A familiar hour approaches.

The body recognizes the sequence before you have fully named it.

Then comes the moment of choice.

Sometimes the choice feels clean and immediate.

Sometimes you have to fight for the best and wisest decision.

Either way ... staying in the fight counts.

Recognizing and understanding the pull counts.

Feeling the tension and staying in the moment counts.

Break the cycle.

Choosing to be clean and sober is one of the hardest decisions you will ever make, and ... it is worth it.

Fighting addition is a bitch! It is like a bully ... until you punch it in the face, hard, it will come back again and again.

Choose to stand for yourself first, understand why you choose your addictions -- oftentimes REGRET is the culprit -- stand for your family, and find your center again.

Remembering who you're becoming counts.

Reaching for the tools you've spent time building is critical. There are many tools to available to help cope with addictions. Need help with an addiction? Reach out to me.

Recovery carries plenty of dramatic moments. It lives in kitchens, parked cars, grocery store aisles, hotel rooms, holidays, Friday evenings, Sunday afternoons, celebrations, loneliness, exhaustion, success, disappointment, boredom, and those strange quiet hours when an old desire suddenly walks back into the room.

Years can go by.

Then something familiar appears.

A certain chair.

A certain glass.

Seeing your favorite addiction in action on a TV or movie screen.

A drive home.

A fragrance brings back memory.

The end of the workday.

A familiar song brings you back. to a place in your mind.

Ice dropping into a tumbler.

A celebration.

A hard day.

A great day. For me, drinking was a way to celebrate. In my world, I would celebrate everything -- I created reasons to celebrate.

Sometimes an argument can spin us out.

Maybe it's a win.

Quiet.

The old ritual once lived inside those moments. Relief may have lived there. Escape. Reward. Pleasure. Release. Anticipation.

Ritual has tremendous power because ritual gives experience a shape.

You know the movements.

You know the objects.

You know the timing.

You know what comes next.

Recovery gives us the opportunity to build another sequence inside that same space.

That is where ritual replacement becomes powerful.

You take the hour back. You take the chair back. You take the glass back. You take the evening back.

You rebuild the moment around the life you have chosen.

For me, coffee, La Croix, Bubly, WinCo brand of sparkling water became part of that rebuilding. I averaged a case a day. Some days I drank eighteen or more.

I stretched out my rituals.

I took time to celebrate every part of coffee: all its glorious forms. Preparing the French press. Selecting which coffee. Adding it to the press. Grinding it. Fresh coffee opening into the air. Water heating in the kettle or on the stove. The first bloom. Steam. The cup warm in my hand. Taking time to appreciate the aroma reaching me before the first sip ever touches my palate. Then ... the sip itself. Slow. Intentional. Aeration across the palate. Temperature changing, and with that change comes new flavor profiles, each hitting just right. Flavor opening.

Another sip.

Coffee gives each moment architecture.

Savoring moments in my mornings, afternoons, and evenings is a way I have found to celebrate my life in sobriety.

Tea does the same.

Loose leaf tea can turn five minutes into an experience if you allow it.

Water. Temperature. Leaves opening. Color developing. Aroma rising. The cup I choose. The pause. The first taste.

Sparkling water found its place too. Ice in my favorite tumbler. That first burst of carbonation. A slice of citrus. Maybe herbs. Maybe something aromatic like orange, tangerine, lemon or grapefruit.

Something that says: This moment belongs to me.

Create your own ritual.

That ... counts, big time.

I have a collection of 24 hour chips. I started over many times before sobriety landed.

Whatever you choose becomes part of your ceremony.

Ritualize it.

Make it special.

Use the glass you enjoy holding.

Use the cup that feels right in your hands.

Make the coffee properly.

Steep the tea with intention.

Slice the citrus.

Crack the ice.

Sit down.

Taste.

Pay attention.

Savor every sip.

Whatever the addiction, there are ways to counter the desire. Choose what you want. Choose to fight for the life you want.

You are building experience around the choice.

Then build pairings around the ritual.

Walk.

Run.

Push the iron.

Put your shoes on and move.

Let the air hit your face.

For me, I get to the beach every chance I can. I'm in Las Vegas these days so ... not as often as I want, but I built a studio where I write, dream, plan, and create. I build rituals into every day, and plan for what I will do when addiction calls to me.

Some days are harder.

That's just the way it goes.

We are not slaves to addiction.

I am AuDHD to the max. Taking ONE DAY AT A TIME? I failed constantly. I changed it to one minute at a time. I can manage a minute. Twenty-four hours felt impossible.

Get your heart working.

Crank up the music. Turn it up louder when you need energy. Turn it down when you need quiet.

Pray.

Sit with God.

Speak.

Listen.

Stay there long enough for the noise inside you to settle into something you can understand.

Use kitchen therapy.

That one has served me beautifully.

Get into the kitchen.

Open the refrigerator.

Pull ingredients out.

Chop.

Season.

Taste.

Create something.

Play.

Experiment.

Heat a pan.

Light the grill.

Bake bread.

Failing can make you laugh! It's okay. Share your failed experiment with others. Laugh with them. Celebrate with them. Yes, you can celebrate failure. Trust me. You think I learned I was not meant to bake without hundreds of failures? Ha!

Build a sauce.

Make soup.

Feed somebody.

Cooking has a way of giving your hands useful work while your mind finds its footing again.

Call somebody.

Be aware of the 1,000 pound phone syndrome.

This one carries enormous weight. Use the phone for what it was invented to do. Connect. You do not need a speech. You can say, “I’m having a moment.” That is enough.

Write. Journal. Write fiction. Write badly for twenty minutes. Write brilliantly for five. Write the book you have carried inside you for years. Write a letter. Write down exactly what you are feeling before the feeling gets polished into something easier to explain.

Find the thing that matters to you and give it language. Name it.

Rest.

Real rest. Get comfortable. Lie down. Dim the lights. Breathe slowly. Allow your body room to come down from the intensity of the moment.

Sometimes the powerful choice is action.

Sometimes the powerful choice is stillness.

Learn yourself.

What do you need in the moment of fighting the addiction?

What do you need to settle and calm your spirit?

That knowledge becomes part of recovery too.

Over time, these replacement rituals become familiar.

You fall in love with life again.

The old sequence may begin with a cue. The new sequence begins with awareness. Then action. The craving rises. You recognize it. You move. Coffee. Walk. Prayer. Kitchen. Music. Call. Journal. Rest.

Whatever serves the life you are building.

You complete a different sequence.

Then you live through the other side of the hour.

You get to experience the ending.

You discover that the moment moves. The intensity changes. Time continues on.

Morning comes and you are still here.

Clean. Sober. Present. That lived evidence counts big time..

Recovery grows through accumulated evidence. Every time you choose the life you are building, you add another piece. Another evening. Another dinner. Another holiday. Another hotel room. Another argument survived. Another celebration enjoyed. Maybe it's another lonely night carried through. Another morning.

The decisions begin stacking. One on top of another. A week. A month. A year. Four years. Five. Then another day.

That is how recovery becomes larger than the moment that once threatened it. We sometimes call part of this work sitting with it.

I appreciate that phrase because it respects the reality of desire. You feel it. You recognize it. You stay present inside your own life. You give the craving room to reveal itself. Maybe it carries stress. Maybe loneliness. Maybe celebration. Maybe memory. Maybe habit. Maybe the body remembers a ritual that once came automatically.

Listen, then choose.

Reach for the ritual that serves the person you are becoming.

Pour the coffee.

Steep the tea.

Pour cold sparkling water.

Turn off the TV or laptop or desktop.

Walk away.

Pray.

Cook.

Write.

Call somebody.

Sit with it quietly.

Go to a meeting -- definitely get in the rooms and be around people that understand you and will never judge you. Stay connected with someone.

Cravings become information. It can show you where an old route still carries emotional weight. It can show you where support belongs. It can remind you that recovery remains something we participate in.

There is strength in knowing that.

The fight itself can reveal the work you have already done. You recognize the terrain faster. You know your tools. You know the people who answer. You know what happens when you isolate. You know what happens when you reach out. You know what sunrise feels like after you chose well the night before.

That knowledge was earned.

Protect it.

Use it.

And keep building.

Recovery has given me a deep respect for repetition.

Repeated actions create familiarity.

Repeated choices create identity.

Repeated rituals create structure.

Repeated connection creates community.

Then one day you look back and realize the life itself has changed.

When I hit three months sober ... I knew I was tracking.

You have given your own moments another story. That is powerful work.

And when the hard moment comes, remember this: You have people in this fight.

Call. Text. Meet somebody for coffee. Sit across from another person t6hat gets you.

Tell the truth about the hour you are having.

Rigorous honesty is real.

Reach out.

Then make the next choice.

It is still what you do next that counts.

You can do this, but not alone.

Ritual replacement is a thing.

Create yours.

Live yours.

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