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.
They could run away with some other drug addict. There is no certainty in the future of the relationship.
I also know this won’t be the last time I encounter this reality. Maybe that’s the source of sadness. It could be a combination of everything. The human life is so fragile.
An addiction memoir for girls who suspected those that talk about how their lives have changed because of yoga or green juice or jesus to be completely full of shit.
Months later, after the abuse, the screams, the harassment…I still fucking care if you end up in a body bag.