addiction
The realities of addition; the truth about living under, above and beyond the influence of drugs and alcohol.
How to Spot the Signs of Addiction
Many people think that if their loved one was struggling with addiction, they would know right away. Many people don’t even think about what addiction looks like until they have been personally and deeply affected by it. However, addiction is a complex and sometimes sneaky disease that isn’t always easy to identify in the early stages. That being said, identifying addiction early on is critical, because the sooner a person gets treatment, the better.
By Hailey Parks5 years ago in Psyche
Golden California
I was born in 1995 right smack in the middle, almost a 90s kid but not. The youngest of four and the most spoiled. I have no recollection of my early years just three memories. A tea party magically set up in a dark room, first and last time it snowed, and after my parents divorced leaving the old house one last time.
By Amelia Hignojoz5 years ago in Psyche
A Toxic Kind Of Love
Living with Ben and Susan was not easy. Susan would get drunk off of box wine and Klonopin, Ben would down two to three bottles of Robitussin and blast off to space. Me? I was damage control. My relationship with Ben was not perfect. We broke up once in the summer of 2014, but we navigated out way back to each other. I should have stayed away, but I was so in love with this man that I just went right back. It was shortly after that break that things slowly spiraled downward. One night I was playing a video game, minding my own business while Ben was tripping. He was having a bad time, unlike any other bad trip I had ever seen. He was sitting on the ground, cross legged, rocking back and forth hitting himself in the head. He was out of his mind. Eyes glossed over, couldn't talk, his tongue was swollen to the point he could barely move it. Yet he was just sitting there, rocking back and forth like a mental case, hitting himself in the head and pulling at his hair. I had never noticed before, but he had a bald spot at the back of his head where it was evident that he had done this several times before. This trance, continued to happen. I would try to talk to him about it the next day and address my concerns, but he would call me a liar and tell me that it never happened. One night I decided I would use his phone and make a video. I filmed it happening so I could show him while he was sober. During the episode, he got pissed off at me, stood up, proceeded to pry his phone out of my hand and throw it against a wall. He walked over to it, deleted the video and told me to never do that again. In a state of shock, I decided no response was the best way to go and began to work on some of my writing.
By Ashley Starkweather5 years ago in Psyche
What are the funniest cocaine memes?
It's an article of faith among many drug addicts that what they are experiencing are the funniest cocaine memes out there. Many addicts believe that these hilarious images of cocaine use are a part of their everyday reality, and are not something that is meant to be funny. They believe that these are things that happen to them every day and can never be avoided. But there are some very interesting facts surrounding these drug jokes.
By Helen Taylor5 years ago in Psyche
Lost
Just over 3 years ago now, my ex husband, Miroslav John Patcha (Miro), died alone in a hospital bed in Cape Town, South Africa. Riddled with tuberculosis (TB), cancer and possibly HIV, he had been living on the streets in a township just north of Cape Town when he was arrested for drug possession. This was not for the first time, but became his last when he contracted TB in the unsanitary and inhumane conditions of the prison he was interned in, released to his parents with the knowledge he was dying.
By Kelly Davis5 years ago in Psyche
We Have The Power To Overcome The Powerless Struggle
How am I powerless over alcohol, and how is my life unmanageable? I am powerless over alcohol in many different ways. There is no off button to when I drink. There are days that I have been able to have just one, but craving for more. This is a vicious cycle that cannot ever be stopped because I don't want it to, or do I.
By Dr Erik Scott (Dmin)5 years ago in Psyche
Can Drug & Alcohol addiction be cured with quick treatment plans?
At the point when you build an addiction for anything in life – be it alcohol, drug or regardless of whether some sort of food addiction – you don't build it in overnight. Consistent consumption of the specific thing drives you to create a dependency for it, and in the long run you end up being addicted.
By Jagruti Rehab Center5 years ago in Psyche
Drink That Away
We drink away our pain sometimes because it feels good, better then what we were feeling before. We drink to forget, forget our failures, loses, constant reminders and things. We drink to live when we know longer feel like living , and sometimes we drink because we've already died inside. Either way we're drinking for the moment, and that's when becoming an alcoholic becomes a risk.
By UNpretentious5 years ago in Psyche
RIP
I got this tattoo when I was 18 years old. I was struggling with substance abuse since I was 14 years old. Anything from weed to extremely hard drugs. I went to treatment a few times, at that age I was forced so I didn’t take it very seriously. It was hard on my family financially and emotionally. Eventually I pulled myself out and started working full time and made something of myself. What inspired me to get this prayer on my body was to remind myself of my past but to also honor those who have passed. I grew up in Maple Grove, MN. Well. For my teen years I did. My group, whatever you want to call it. The “popular” the “sport people” the “pretty people”. Ew but yes I belonged to them. We all used drugs. Bad drugs. Some socially, some daily. I can count on both hands how many friends I have lost due to heroin overdoses. Being that I was nearly one of them, but I survived my OD in 2012. When I was resuscitated three times, all I can remember when I went out was that it was complete darkness. There was no light. There was no “my entire life flashed before my eyes” I was just done. I was in the ICU for 8 days. I didn’t have medical insurance. It hurt me in so many ways. I got this prayer to keep me guided, but also to honor my friends who didn’t get as lucky as I did. Now, recently, fast forward to 2020. My mother was a avid alcoholic since the age of 13. She hid it pretty well throughout my life as she was very in and out of it during my childhood. I knew at the age of 7 that if my mom started shaking, she needed a beer. Or preferably vodka. She battled and battled to get sober. She attended various treatment programs anywhere from 30 days to 120 days. My dad wouldn’t really allow her to see me due to this issue she had. He had 100% custody due to the fact. When I got my own car at 16 I would go and see her frequently. She drank because she lost her marriages and children because of drinking. However it never helped her stop. I tried my most possible best to try to inspire and influence her to do better and be better over the last decade. I gave her two of my pure bred Labrador retrievers so she felt like she had a purpose in life. She didn’t work. So she was home every day, all day. My step dad worked to take care of her. Over the last year she progressively got worse. She would say and do very mean things to me while drunk. She would call the cops on me knowing it would screw me over (license issues) we got into a very bad fight one day as well and to this day it makes me sick. My mom, at the age of 56, had lost this battle with addiction and alcoholism. On July 3rd, 2020. My 4th of July weekends will never be the same. I never got to see her speak or open her eyes since she was rushed to the ER for liver failure. Her skin was bright bright yellow. She told the doctors she wanted to die. She didn’t want any machines hooked up to her, she wanted to die. They drugged her up and let her go over a course of 14 days. I was able to speak to her and get the last twitch of a smile out of her... I sat there for a hour and asked why the world was taking my mom from me at the age of 26. Why couldn’t she have just snapped out of it like I did. She had me? The dogs? My step dad? She had a easy life? Why? Why did she want to die so badly.... she killed herself with the bottle. Not only was her liver failing but so were her kidneys. She then got a infection in her brain which took over her ability to function. Talk, look around etc. We transferred her to a hospice where she passed less than 24 hours. We said bye to her as she was already passed away. I won’t forget how I saw struggle all over her face, blood not wiped up around her nose and lips. Etc. but they had the nerve to tell me she peacefully went in her sleep. She was cold. More vibrantly yellow. I said goodbye to my mom on her deathbed at the age of 26. I miss her so much. And I miss my friends. This is why I have this tattoo. To honor those who have struggled with addiction and who have lost the battle with addiction.
By Marissa Locke5 years ago in Psyche
