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Pity Party Table For One

Each time I would raise a glass to my mouth a voice called out, “Pity party, table for one”.

One of the hardest parties to leave as an alcoholic was the pity party. The party where we were the center of our own attention. Justifying all the drinking and destruction since we had been so wronged by all those around us. The power and control we would receive from it was our last-ditch attempt to save ourselves from a world hell-bent on destroying us. Each time I would raise a glass to my mouth a voice called out, “Pity party, table for one”.

pity party

…why was God doing this to me?

As my world was spinning out of control I craved the pity party more and more. It was the only time that the reality of admitting I was an alcoholic did not echo in my mind. Why were people around me treating me so badly? Why was there always one more bill to pay, a bill that I could not afford? Why was I being held responsible for my children when I was the fantasized victim? Why could I not find love? Was not I the fun-loving, life of the party, that everyone had always held in such high regard? Why was life doing this to me, even better, why was God doing this to me?

When we ask God Why

I preyed upon people willing to listen, willing to watch my tears….

As I approached rock bottom the thing I needed most was pity. It was a barrier to the fact that I had become an alcoholic. I searched for a way to blame someone or something else for my constant pickled condition. Surely, someone like me could not end up like this on his own accord. I preyed upon people willing to listen, willing to watch me cry tears like the best dramatic actor money could buy. Usually just in an attempt to have them pay my bar tab or an overdue bill. I began to believe my sad, thoroughly disgusting, story myself. I had to, after all, I was way to good to have become “one of those people”.

The only recourse I had left was to blame God.

Then I was rudely introduced to the real me that I had drunk myself to be. The party had ended, the chairs had been put upon the tables, it was finally the reality of closing time. I was standing face to face with the alcoholic who was Kip Shubert. No more pity, no more party. There were no more excuses to find, no other people I could point the finger of blame to. The only recourse I had left was to blame God. He is the one who controls everything, the all-powerful, why had He just left me all alone to die inside a bottle of booze.

Suffering alcoholic

But in spite of me, God loved me.

I was lucky that my God is merciful and full of love and forgiveness. The way I was living, acting, speaking, I would have been far from deserving of any of God’s grace. But that is the light inside my delusional darkness. God did not let me become an alcoholic. I did that all on my own. Irregardless of the horrible pains and struggles I had faced, I was fully responsible for the choices that led me down a highway to hell. But in spite of me, God loved me. No matter what I had done or said, no matter how bad I had been, He loved me. He did not want me to die a drunken dead soul, He wanted me to live a life on purpose. A life of peace, prosperity, and freedom.

…the pity party can still send me alluring invitations.

Today I walk in recovery, free from the urge to drink, and I am reminded often of the dangers of the pity party. How when things do not go according to my expectations and I forget my tool of acceptance that the pity party can still send me alluring invitations. In those times, I call upon my faith, I call upon my experience, strength, and hope. I know that no matter how the day is, no matter what I am growing through, that God is only using it to develop me into the Warrior On Purpose. I then can turn my back on the pity party and elevate myself into a party of purpose.

true warrior

I chose to be an alcoholic. God chose to use me in spite of myself. To let His message through my story inspire you to be a true warrior. To use the blessings hidden in my curse so that others may experience the same victory that God has given to me. Get out of your pity party, join me in a party of purpose. Contact me to find out how to transform your life, find your purpose, and be free in a life of recovery. 




  1. Penny Penny

    Greetings friend. Your perspective here is very insightful. Thanks!

    • Thank you Penny. I hope that it can help others who may need to know we can and do make it out of the storm.

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