addiction
The realities of addition; the truth about living under, above and beyond the influence of drugs and alcohol.
A Drug Addict Saved My Life
Addiction, hmph. Something my donor and I had in common. I guess the main difference was the source. It’s acceptable when you’re hospitalized and monitored. Even then, things can get out of hand the more your body builds up a tolerance to pain meds. I was even counseled on my habit, although it developed under the care of multiple medical professionals during my hospitalization. That’s like the corner boy pulling you to the side to discuss your drug problem.
By Robin Jessie-Green5 years ago in Psyche
Third Time's Just Another Time
I am now on the 4th draft of a letter to my brother who recently went to rehab in Florida. I figured now is as good of time as any to procrastinate just a little longer. It’s been 29 days, 688 hours, and 13 minutes since I’ve had a drink myself. But who’s counting? Me. I’m counting.
By Kat Noland5 years ago in Psyche
Excerpt from "The Anti Christ, Trials and Tribulations, Schizophrenia in the 21st century.
As He looked for his sterling silver cross pen that was right in front of him. I couldn’t help wonder why are all the psychiatrists foreign? Aren’t there cultural variances some just don’t understand?
By Darren Bouchard5 years ago in Psyche
My Son Is A Drug Addict
My first son was ( and still is) a charmer. Ever since he was a toddler, he would smile that toothy grin at all of the ladies at the supermarket and laugh. His deep eye color earned him the the nickname“ Mickey Blue Eyes” from my father and he always had a sense of wide-eyed excitement and curiosity about the world. On a trip to the Baseball Hall of Fame with my parents at age 9 or 10 he talked about the players, the trip, the food for a week straight. When asked one year what he wanted for his birthday, he told my sister -in-law , a rock tumbler. After seeing the movie National Treasure, he was convinced that every bill had a clue to worldly wealth, and he was going to find it. Nothing scared him and he was the kid that jumped in without every looking first. We used to call him “our little Bear Grylls” That all changed one summer and I remember it as distinctly as people remember 9/11 or the assassination of JFK or the explosion of the Challenger shuttle. He was 13 and didn’t come home so my wife and I went looking for him and found him with his skateboard and group of friends and he refused to come with us or return home. That was eight years ago and in my craziest nightmares I never imagined the torture and heartache an addiction to drugs would cause.
By Michael J Massey5 years ago in Psyche
A Jump Through Time.
What is this strange world? It is so familiar yet so foreign. It's as though things have sped up and people are living their lives faster and more openly. It is not a major change but enough to feel different. It feels as if I have taken a short trip to the future.
By Andrew Donaldson5 years ago in Psyche
Why Is There Such A Stigma Around Addiction?
Stigma: a mark of disgrace associated with a particular circumstance, quality, or person. There is so much great work being done at the moment to reduce the stigma around addiction. Rethink Addiction[1]and Addicted Australia[2]are just two examples of those challenging the current perceptions of addiction with great success. This work is so important, for while addiction is shrouded with shame and disgrace, we will never be able to confront the real causes of addiction and learn from the experiences of those who have battled and beaten this most evil of demons. Viewing people with addictions as bad people, undisciplined, selfish or weak does nothing but destroy any dignity the person has and makes it less likely that they will begin to be honest about their struggle and to seek help.
By Belinda Tobin5 years ago in Psyche
The Long Story
About three years ago, I was in a dark place. I had no way out, even if I wanted one. I thought this is how my life is going to be until I die. So I will start from the beginning when this whole journey began. It was the darkest years of my life. I will never forget them for as long as I live.
By Laura mclean5 years ago in Psyche
