Addiction is a chronic, often relapsing brain disease that causes compulsive drug seeking and use despite harmful consequences to the individual who is addicted and to those around them.
We have seen something of what the differing types of treatment available are, these were not meant to be an all encompassing declaration of the treatments available, just something to give you an idea of what’s available, hopefully to give you a starting point.
Now let’s look through the eyes of an addict, remember please, addiction takes on many forms, the list would cover a multitude of pages, suffice it to say we speak of a general subject but in particular terms.
It’s 2:00 AM on any given day, you are laying in bed staring at the ceiling, counting the number of holes in the ceiling panels, your stomach is a knot, you feel extremely restless, you want to move but you don’t have anyplace to go. Your mind starts to race with thoughts that are becoming disjointed, you can’t concentrate on anything very long. Your legs and arms begin to tingle, you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Your breathing becomes rapid and shallow, your vision begins to pinpoint, you can hear the sweat run down your forehead towards your ears.
It has been 6 long hours since your last smoke; drink; fix; boost; meal; etc. etc. etc. There is a feeling coming up inside you that you cannot control, it gets stronger by the second, you feel yourself slipping out of this reality into another type of reality. In this altered state there is but one truth, you got to have it, nothing less will suffice. The thing inside is driving you to get the stuff, your whole being becomes focused on getting the stuff, no matter what the cost.
You make a call, you connect. The deal is half way done, out the door, in the car, or down the street. Walking in the shadows so as not to be seen, heading for the connection. You arrive, you make the deal, you head back, stay in the dark, don’t get caught. You get to your room. You do what you have to, the job is done. You feel the surge of the stuff, you lay back and let the feeling take you to where you can’t go yourself. Time becomes a blur, separate noises combine into a cacophony of sound you can’t distinguish. Lights passes rapidly, it is fleeting, here and gone.
Another trip, then coming down. You lay on the bed trying to recall the effect, but it’s gone, then the crash.
“God don’t let me do it again, please!”
Then it starts again, the “Repeatable Cycle” it doesn’t change, it just continues, and each time it takes a little more to get off.
To be continued:
http://www.prlog.org/10211487-launch-of-new-website-in-the-area-of-addiction-as-seen-by-someone-in-recovery.html
