Kurt Swensen

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I Didn’t Get Sober for This Shit

Online Recovery Support – Episode 420


I didn’t get sober to play it safe, to take the easy way out, to not take risks, to not make every single day a new quest for buried treasure. I didn’t get sober to sit around and think about how scary the future might be. I didn’t get sober to not embrace change, to make decisions based on fear, to not make decisions based on fear. I didn’t get sober to live in fear.

I didn’t get sober to not fulfill my purpose in this lifetime. To not discover what that purpose might be. To not be painstaking about what I fucking desire and who I fucking desire and what I fucking deserve and who I don’t fucking need around me anymore. I didn’t get sober to feel sorry for myself, to listen to that ever-so subtle voice that says “you aren’t good enough”. I didn’t get sober to wonder whether I am valued by the people in my life. To feel like I’m as important as what color socks you happen to put on this morning. I didn’t trudge through a thousand foul fires of self-centered, self-loathing fears and make it through to the other side (against all odds) just to hear you say “I like you, buttttttttt…” I didn’t get sober for this shit.

I didn’t get sober to play games, to cut corners. I didn’t get sober to date the same people I dated when I was wasted and lonely and ashamed. I didn’t get sober to be the same person. I didn’t get sober to feel invisible or misunderstood or alienated. I didn’t get sober to hide or cower or crawl or crumble. I didn’t shatter every single one of my beliefs and dismantle every single idea about my Self and then put the pieces back together in a perfectly imperfect fashion, only to second guess myself. I didn’t arise from the ashes like a motherfucking phoenix to censor myself, to be tamed by someone else’s whack standards. To be that brand that everyone likes, that girl who everyone thinks is sweet. To write shit that doesn’t piss people off. To wonder if I’m making the right choice. To not trust myself. To settle. I didn’t get sober for this shit.

I didn’t get sober to avoid getting my heart broken, to avoid falling apart, to avoid getting hurt. I didn’t get sober to lie to myself, to say “maybe this time it will be different”. I didn’t get sober to make the same ole mistakes, I got sober to make new ones and to learn from them. I didn’t make it out barely still alive to be complacent, to be quiet. To please you. To give my power away to other people. To give my heart away. To act like it’s not the most precious thing I have–like I’m not the most precious thing I have. I didn’t get sober because I was scared to die, I got sober because I was scared to not live.

I didn’t get sober to not preach to myself every day. To not feel empowered. To not know that I am a sandstorm, a force of fucking nature, an atmosphere, an eternal garden of Eden. To not be the Queen of my own Existence. I didn’t get sober to fear what you think of me, to fear what any of you reading this right now think of me. To not make the remarkable dream that I dream a reality. Every single day. I didn’t get sober to not be in love with myself and in love with my life and my friends and my job and my mind and my spirit. To not be in love with my flaws. To not be true to myself, to not be authentic. To not show up just as I am right now.

To not feel. Everything.To not grow, transform, unfurl, unwind, let go, be held. Are you seeing the picture I’m painting yet? Do I need to keep going? Claro?

I’m not looking for someone to complete me or make me happy or call me babe, I’m looking for someone who can help me reinvent myself as often as necessary for true growth to occur. Someone more than a catalyst, more than a muse, more than just a good fuck. I’m looking for someone who points out the beauty I have yet to truly see, who is down to create a fucking empire, down to destroy some shit and rebuild, down to hack into some scars, slay some dragons, jump through flaming hoops, someone who’s down to make some irreversible leaps of fucking faith. I don’t need you to buy me dinner or “like” my Instagram posts or tell me I’m pretty. I want you peeled back, uncut, unedited, unfiltered, stripped raw, I want you to lay me bare or I don’t want you at all.


Kurt Swensen • August 19, 2017

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  • bobsacat

    Best shit I have ever read-ever! I mean it, I was having a terrible go of it tonight. Wondering who the hell I was kidding that I could stay clean this time. Earlier I was thinking what good does it do me to hang my head in shame because I am an addict. I didn’t find my answer until I read your post tonight. Girl you laid it out! Love it! Get your motherfucking shine on!! Love you!

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