addiction
The realities of addition; the truth about living under, above and beyond the influence of drugs and alcohol.
Addiction
Addiction tears you apart. You can almost give it human personality traits. It's so complex and unique to each addict. Like people, the basics are pretty much the same. Humans all have a body of some sort. Most have hair, skin, eyes, etc., but not everyone has all of these things, and even if they do, they can be dramatically different. Addiction is similar because everyone has their "story," or reason why/how their addiction started. Some are as basic as they just wanted to fit in with a certain crowd; others are much darker and tragic, but there is always a reason. Addressing that underlying cause must be done to ever gain control of it
By Candida Reece7 years ago in Psyche
Heroin
This is a song I wrote about my struggle with addiction. I wrote this song before a relapse I had years ago during a horrible spout of depression. It took a lot for me to be able to openly acknowledge how I was feeling at this time without letting it consume me. So, I ended up turning those feelings into a song to better help me cope. It helped me to get those feelings out, and it was almost like exposing them set me free somehow. It's a very hard song to share, to expose myself, but as a recovering addict, I know it will be understood by a lot of people. Maybe might even help someone choose the road to recovery, instead of continuing on the path of self destruction.
By Jaxx Phoenix7 years ago in Psyche
"I Raised a Junkie"
This is by far the hardest story I have written. As I transfer the words from my notebook to print, I relive in my mind every expression on her face with every word spoken. Reliving the pain, sleepless nights, arguments, and memories whilst she's explaining her story to me. Her words echoing around the empty room where we sat. Two chairs, a glass of water, and a small table surrounded by empty white walls and a high ceiling. There I sat with a notepad, as this woman is pouring her heart out and my heartbreaking further every time she opens her mouth.
By Lee Bowman7 years ago in Psyche
Double Down: Hands on the Wheel
My clammy hands were on the wheel, forehead plastered to the top. Eyes closed, there was so much pressure, so much guilt. I let an inhuman guttural yell erupt from my mouth that might as well have come from the depths of hell. My ears were left ringing.
By Steven Buriek7 years ago in Psyche
I’m Sorry
She stood over me, watching my eyes dance and look all over the room except at her. Her arms crossed and her body still. Towering over me, she stood motionless. I felt imprisoned by her eyes. Numb and expressionless, she bound me. And now, I was numb too. Overcome with the fact that she now knew what I've hid for so long, I suddenly felt emotionless and empty. The agonizing fear that once overcame me, and made me hide from the world was now my reality. I suppose you never really think it's real if the only one who knows it is you. And here she was. And she knew.
By Maja Zulovic7 years ago in Psyche
Finding Yourself in Sobriety
When I came out of treatment I had no idea who I was anymore. That might sound dramatic but thats honestly how I felt. I always knew myself as the “party girl” and thought thats what made people like me. Boy oh boy was I delusional… I used to think that was one of my best qualities, but in reality I think it was the quality people liked least about me. I remember coming out of treatment and for the first few weeks I think I cried almost every night in bed. I just felt so lonely… I had people around me too, so I wasn’t actually alone, but you know that feeling when your in a room full of people but still feel completely alone? That's what I was going through. The only thought that kept popping into my head was “who the fuck am I?” To be completely honest, being in addiction made me quiet self-centred and I thought everything revolved around me, and when I came out of treatment, I may have not been using drugs or alcohol but lets be real…
By Kyra Scott7 years ago in Psyche
Addiction
It’s time we get real about addiction. I’m not worried about what society tells you that you need to believe. I’m going to tell you the truth about addiction, and I’m qualified to do that because I was an addict. A doper and a soaker is what they called me. I popped pills and when that stopped working, I lost myself in the bottom of a bottle.
By Phoenixx Fyre Dean7 years ago in Psyche
Breaking the Cycle of Addiction. Top Story - December 2018.
I first discovered I had an addictive nature at the age of 18. I had recently started a part time job as a lottery sales clerk at our local grocery store. The job within itself was easy enough. My only role was to sale computer generated lottery tickets and scratch off cards to hopeful consumers. There was a lot of downtime involved with this position and to fill the void I would purchase a scratch off or two to entertain myself. One particular day I bought a $1 card and low and behold I won fifty bucks!
By Latrice Jones7 years ago in Psyche
