addiction
The realities of addition; the truth about living under, above and beyond the influence of drugs and alcohol.
A Year Ago, I Decided To Kill Myself
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.
My Coping Mechanism
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.
Sobriety: A Self love story
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.
Emily WhytePublished 3 years ago in PsycheMental Health Tips for Addiction
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.
Joe GilmorePublished 3 years ago in PsycheSpouses alcohol/pill addiction and Bi-Polar rage is out of control
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.
Susana ShadowsPublished 3 years ago in PsycheNature Set Me Free...
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.
Sean P. MuchlerPublished 3 years ago in PsycheAlcohol and Motherly Parenting
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.
Jessica GirdlerPublished 3 years ago in PsycheImagine
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.”
Eliza CahillPublished 3 years ago in PsycheAlcohol
I grew up in a semi small town, less that 30,000 people. For California that was a small place and everyone knew everyone. It was one of those towns that you ask who their parents were and who they were related to before you asked someone out on a date. Didn't want to kiss a second cousin.
Randi HulmePublished 3 years ago in PsycheMy Testimony
When I was around 10 years old, I was baptized and taught about religion. We went to Sunday school; church service and we also went to vacation bible school which was 3 nights of fun. We did arts and crafts, ate lunch, watched videos about Jesus and took classes and answered questions. I did not understand the importance of going to church and being a Christian back then because I was under the impression that you are just supposed to come to church to have fun.
Nerissha HuntPublished 3 years ago in PsycheThe Garden
Beverlee Puckett THE GARDEN By Beverlee Puckett As I sink deep onto my California King size bed I gaze out the picture window to admire this Super Full Moon shining in all his glory. Usually I am in full swing preparing for my monthly full moon rituals and incantations to honor the Goddess her self for the ability to harvest the moons energy and will it to assist me in whatever intent my focus is on at the particular time; however, I can only think about how messed up my life has become. I can send blame in all different directions to so many people who has had a vast impact on my life. I then realize, as I begin to pull the covers slowly up around me, in the end it is my choice on how I handle each and every situation which occurs. Do I believe what I can only see? Whether I believe it or not believe what is truly going on does not matter. Your brain is so complexed. Your thoughts can become your reality. Your reality can become your thoughts. Eventually among the insanity a ugly monster with red glowing eyes will emerge.
Beverlee PuckettPublished 3 years ago in PsycheRun for your life !
Start writing... I'm fighting everyday to stay in the present and not go back to who I was in the past. I always say I had it easier as a criminal and a junkie.
Laceyahodges SlaydenPublished 3 years ago in Psyche