The past three years of my life were mostly made up of blurry images, of not remembering exactly what happened, of waking up every day trying to recall the events of the night before.
For I was not told the dangers of love, of getting addicted to someone else.
You damaged me in more ways than I think you’ll ever understand, or will ever be able to admit to yourself.
On the night my boyfriend has a seizure after his 50th alcohol detox, we are placed in a room next to the ER psych ward.
When you love an addict, you become addicted too.
Recovery is scary, confusing and lonely. But recovery is created by you. So here’s to defining a “normal state” in terms which are special to you.
The days you used to spend hanging out together suddenly start turning into something
new, something you don’t quite understand.
You may not be at full-blown alcoholism yet, but if it looks like that is the direction you are heading in you can do something to change it now.
I don’t drink coffee, cigarettes are anathema, and I hate everyone else’s addictions with as much conviction as I love their counterparts.
No matter how inwardly connected we are, we are not islands unto ourselves. We need others with whom to share our love and our joy. We need others to play with and learn with.