I am reminded of the way it feels to let secrets out into the light that have been sitting heavy in your heart for so many sick and painful years, and how it feels like freedom.
Although people instinctively believe they are making their own choices, in today’s trigger-laden environment, the opposite is more true. They are unconsciously and reactively operating in a world that was creating for them, not in a world that was created by them.
Learning to live with myself, void of substances, is exhausting.
Addicts are particularly afflicted but it also means we are especially prone to shininess. The further down you’ve gone, the further up you get to go.
Addiction is complicated. Addiction is terrifying.
For their kids, for their lives, for themselves. No crack addict wants to die.
He rested his hand on my knee. There was no pullback. There was no apology. I felt violated but did not want to create another opportunity for him to use me as verbal target practice. My body became limb and abandoned me.
Addiction was an anchor, tied around your ankle.
Most of us would rather believe the sweet lie of an addict than the cold, hard truth of our intuition.