Words flow slowly tonight after this very ordinary day. There was a fearful flicker from hooded eyes lasting only a second that could have gone unnoticed, even if someone had been present. But was it fear? or was it judgement? or was epilepsy seeking to interfere?
Addiction is a funny thing shouldering an entire class system of stigma. Alcohol not as bad as cocaine, or heroin. Marijuana in dispute ~ useful or just plain bad. Prescriptions providing potions and pills with a pseudo blessing and some vague suggestion of goodness. Anything without a prescription ~ the devil incarnate and just plain evil.
In reality, addiction has little to do with any powder or pill until the chemical flows through inner channels under human skin.....then addiction’s power is unleashed. Organic vs inorganic, the body and it’s potential for addiction, the drug, the alcohol and any potential to be addictive brings a slow, and not unpleasant, disintegration of self. Sometimes rapid free fall with frantic and raging destruction of families and communities.
Recovery from this devastation impossible? No. Each week, each month....I learn of somone’s recovery achieved through bitter struggles and joyous scrambles through the wreckage of a past and into the hopes of the present. Those bits of news I hear, for the recovered are often invisible, warm my heart and satisfy my soul.
“Don’t just work for the money;
that will bring only limited satisfaction.”
~ Kathy Ireland
1 comment:
And you have such a good soul, Sue! This you have written today, is calling it as it is.
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