If you look in a dictionary, the definition of an addict is straight forward. It is defined as “a person who is addicted to a particular substance, typically an illegal drug.
It always started the same. I would get out of a treatment facility or detox center feeling confident and ready to get back to my life and do what needed to be done.
The news has not exactly been brimming with positivity recently, as 2020 will undoubtedly go down as a historic year. Between the looting and riots caused by tragic current events, the COVID-19 pandemic and lives lost along with the economic fallout from the quarantine that has adversely affected numerous businesses, homes, and families, the year has been full of heartbreak on a global scale.
Addiction effects more than just the addict, the family suffers right along side them. However, a successful recovery also has the capacity to allow the family to reap the rewards and benefits as they also begin to heal.
A full recovery from drug addiction is a journey, and I have gained and lost, quite a bit through it all. I have written before that my ability to leave addiction behind had more to do with my commitment to becoming a better person than it was about removing drugs and alcohol from my life.
Ok, so a person has taken the first steps toward a better life . They have gotten treatment, turned a corner, and are now in the stages of adjusting to a drug-free life.
I am sure you have heard the saying “did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?”, a common phrase associated with a grumpy person. In my experience there is truth to the concept, the way a day starts off can often be a precursor to how the rest of that day will go.
I have been thinking recently about the qualities of the friendships I have today, how important they are to me and my lifestyle, and how different they are now as opposed to when I was an addict.
April 25th was a special day for me. It was my dad’s birthday, and there isn’t anyone in my life that were more instrumental in me turning my life around than my parents. I sent my dad a text that morning and then called him in the afternoon.
A Message to Any Addict Still Suffering: Seeing is Believing When I look at my time as an addict and where my head was at during the early days of my recovery, my sense of self-worth was non-existent. My thoughts were surrounded by failure.