Our 12-step group gives out tags for clean time; to recognize and congratulate certain lengths. This is supposed to be a joyous occasion. For a while now, when the nine-month tag is announced, some can be heard yelling out, “pregnant with recovery, not by someone in recovery.”
Where’s the line between healthy pride in how far you’ve come and sinister pride that sneaks up and sabotages recovery?
My closest friends also know that for a couple of brief periods in my life, I did cocaine. A lot of cocaine. Way too much cocaine. I’m hardly the first writer to find that cocaine made my words sparkle.
Thinking of addiction with an all-or-nothing mentality does nothing but feed into “Us vs. Them” and the stigma associated with addiction.