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Recovery: You Just Need the Tenacity of a Tulip

By: Marilyn L. Davis

Universal Battles and the Renewal of the Tulips


“The flower that wilted last year is gone. Petals once fallen are fallen forever. Flowers do not return in the spring; rather they are replaced. It is in this difference between returned and replaced that the price of renewal is paid. And as it is for spring flowers, so it is for us.” ~Daniel Abraham, The Price of Spring



Recovery is not for the faint of heart. We are warriors, fighting a foe just as powerful as any combat soldier faces. Please do not take offense or umbrage at that if you are a veteran. I probably have more respect for the fragility of life, given that I know that my addiction strives to harm or even kill me just as much as any adversary you have faced on a battlefield.

About 25 years ago, I was raking leaves at the recovery home I opened and ran. They were dried up, torn, and stuck together with the last remnants of snow.  When I got down to bare earth, I saw a tiny green tulip shoot barely breaking the surface of the ground. It gave me pause. I do not take lightly when the Universe demonstrates a lesson for me.

At that moment, I saw how tenacious the tulip sprout was, with a longing, if you will, to grow, to fight for survival and thrive. It is the same for us in our recovery. Click To Tweet



Recovery and Tulips Don’t Bloom Without a Struggle


Tulips and people do not blossom without a struggle. Imagine; buried under layers of dirt as an insignificant, shriveled bulb. Yes, there was potential for this to blossom and bloom, but conditions would have to be correct. There had to be enough water and sunlight for the small, slender shoot to break through the outer casing.

Aren’t we like the tulip in our recovery as well? 


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We Have the Potential to Bloom in our Recovery


All people are born with the potential to be all that they can be. We each have talents, strengths, limitations, and weaknesses. I’m like a lot of other people. For years, I heard about my potential. From an early age, my father encouraged my small talents, but over time, as my addiction progressed, his comments about my potential seemed tinged with more sadness than encouragement. 

In the yard that day, I reflected on my addiction, the bulb stage of my development. Drugs and alcohol did not fuel me to grow, except for the character defects. I became a distorted version of all that I could be. 

Rather than a beautiful flower, I was an insidious blight, smothering the life out of all those I loved. I didn’t care about anyone or anything but using. 


Renewal and Rebirth


In 1988, my employer staged an intervention. When I was summoned to the president’s office, I was not initially alarmed. However, when I walked in and saw three Deans and the president of the college, all holding 4 x 6 cards and looking embarrassed and uneasy, I knew exactly what they proposed to do to me. 

This was an intervention on me. 

Each of them, in turn, was looking at the other, probably for guidance and moral support. In my case, they did not have to read the cards. I wouldn’t make a good candidate for any intervention shows since I caved at the sight of them all lined up, ready to do battle with my addiction.

I also was not willing to listen to their collective examples of my misconduct, drunken exhibitions in classes, or other variations on my behaviors. Bailey’s Irish Crème in an overly large coffee cup didn’t fool students. 

Within two minutes, I quietly said, “What do you want me to do”? 

Each of these people had risked a potential tirade, manipulation, and dishonesty when they decided to face me. Instead, they each audibly sighed and then gave me an ultimatum – get treatment or be terminated. Deciding that treatment was the better option, I entered that night. 


Treatment Works: Then and Now


I would encourage anyone who is struggling with addiction, to ask about all the many methods, philosophies, and models for treatment today. Thirty-one years ago, when I wnet to treatment, there were only limited options. 

My medical problems from my Xanax use and daily alcohol consumption meant that I needed a three-week detox, followed by three extra weeks in intense treatment. I realize that without a safe, locked facility and caring, nurturing counselors, I would have relapsed and never achieved all that I have. 

Without treatment, I would not know how to replace my addiction and would have stayed trapped as that lifeless bulb, never realizing the potential to flower and spread the word that recovery works. Click To Tweet


Tulips Multiply



There is another interesting aspect of tulips. They reproduce other bulbs. In 1990, I was encouraged to open a women’s recovery facility. The tulips bloomed in the yard, and the women blossomed, also. 

To date, 'tulip recovery' has spread from Georgia to Alabama, up to Indiana, over to Montana, and out to California, where graduates of the house now live. Click To Tweet 


Continuing to Spread the Word 


The house closed in 2011, allowing me time to find the courage to write about the experiences of addiction and recovery; just another way to populate the world with the benefits and realities of recovery. 

I am grateful for the blog. I may only reach one person, but if these words let another see their potential, nourish it, and help them flourish, then I’ve been a good gardener.


Writing, and recovery heals the heart 


When you’re ready to spread the word that ‘recovery works,’consider a guest post.



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