My first Addiction Recovery Class

Last night I attended my first Addiction Recovery Class, just like I said I would.  My husband was proud of me for going without being told by someone else that I should go.  Whenever he went it was because his bishop told him to go.  They were on step 12 so I felt like quite a bit of the lesson did not apply to me since I am just starting and it was about someone finishing.  But now I know what I have to look forward to.  I found myself reflecting much of the time on my husband's addiction and the journey we went through to overcome it.  I thought about what helped him along the way and when the most important milestones were that helped him overcome his addiction.  But that isn't the subject of this blog, nor should it be what I think about at the class, and I realized that on my drive home.  I thought about the class and realized my thinking was all wrong while I was there.  I'm attending as an addict NOT as the family member of an addict.  I should be applying these lessons to me, not to my husband and the journey we've already been through.  I am starting MY journey.  I need to be my focus.  Maybe some of it had to do with the fact that they were on the last step and I am just taking my first.  I think it was good to have as the first lesson so I could make this realization now, and start with step one next week and be ready to focus on myself.