The realities of addition; the truth about living under, above and beyond the influence of drugs and alcohol.
I don’t know if you are much like me, though I suspect if you found yourself here and reading this then you will find some of yourself in the following. You see I am not a writer, nor do I have the urge to throw my vices into the open for the world to judge, but... I am just beginning to understand that addiction is all around us and if we don’t seek to understand it then the cycle will continue to flow perpetually until one of these addictions kills us.
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Fantastic news! The first full draft of The Addiction Healing Pathway book is now complete. To celebrate I would love to share the Introduction with you. Of course, this may change somewhat for the final version, but it provides a great overview of my motivations and intention for this book.
His eyes flick to the clock for the third time in 5 minutes. 4:22, He gets off work in one hour and 38 minutes. He will then walk to his apartment, arriving at about 6:55. It's a long walk. It will then take him 8 to 23 minutes to find the $47 he hid over a month ago. He needs $60.
I would be irresponsible if I didn’t start this story by saying that I don’t advocate suicide. If you are in that dark place, I understand. Talk to someone. Many times, it’s the only way out. The story that I am about to tell is one of hope. Things worked out for me, but that’s not the case for so many of us. And it is an “us.” You feel alone. You’re not. Talk to someone. If not to someone you know, the phone number for the Suicide Hotline is 1–800–273–8255. Just speaking the words out loud to another person can save your life. I didn’t take that advice. Not really.
As a child, I've always noticed that I was different. It was so obvious, from spending recess by myself reading Harry Potter, to classmates labelling me as the "weird kid". I've noticed it in the way my classmates stayed away from me for fear of me "infecting them with my weirdness". I've noticed it in my only friends at school being teachers, or sitting the gym bench alone during school dances, wondering why no one wanted to dance with me.
I am writing this on the eve of a New Year, at the tail end of a shitty one. Not one for resolutions or too much public self reflection I have never really posted much besides interesting New Yorker articles or pictures of my cats, but in the spirit of a looming 2021 I’m feeling brave, so here I go.
As 2020 closes and the new year begins, you may be looking for ways to improve your overall health and well-being. For many, this can include going to the gym, daily runs, or drinking more water. For others, it can mean a major life change – like getting sober.
I'm going to start just by laying it all on the line. My husband of nearly four decades is a raging 30 plus year alcoholic. Over the years he has also added prescription pain pills addiction and has been diagnosed as BiPolar.
It started out just like any another ordinary Monday in early winter 2020, when two drunks were on a drive, on the backroads of Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania. It was just me and my certified recovery specialist (CRS) chatting about old times. This time, however; we were on the road for our usual, weekly, 2-hour appointment because we couldn't go to any of our regular spots, due to the governor shutting everything down, in response to a rise in Covid-19 cases. I remember, it was cold and we weren't sure how we were going to have a productive meeting, since we couldn't sit across the table from each other, looking into each other's eyes, getting the full effect of one alcoholic helping the other. So, we had to just make due with driving along, with the hopes as to make our time worthwhile. He quickly fell into the setting and began sharing some memories of times in the past, when he would cruise this very road we were on (How fitting!). Somehow, in orderly fashion, he made his narrative relate to my recovery. He told me a lot that day, but there were three, unique parts to his chronicle, all involving a guy named Bo, which I now, feel like I know even though he died many years prior to my coming to the 12-step program.
As a small child, I was raised in an alcoholic home. My father worked long hours every day of the week. It was my sister and me, for the most part, at home. My mother was a very broken person. Her grandmother raised her due to her birth mother dying eleven hours after my mother was born from pneumonia. She died in 1957. "Nana" did her best raising my mother. Nana spoiled her to no end because she felt horrible for her being without her mother. So, my mother was given anything she wanted, went wherever she wanted, and never had a curfew. She was a wild child because she had so much freedom. I will share stories of her later in the series.
Imagine... You are 5 years old. Your mother is driving the family mini van to drop your older brother and sister off at school. Your siblings get out of the car, and you give them a hug and a kiss and say goodbye for the day. They run into the building with their friends, and now you and your best friend, your mom, are alone in the car. You get to spend the whole day with the most important person in the world. The one you love more than life itself. You ask, “Mommy, what are we doing today?” Her reply- “I have to go to a friends house to pick up something, then we can do whatever you want.”