I am an alcoholic. I didn’t have a problem with drugs. I didn’t do them. I drank and that was enough to get me to my bottom. Until I saw a bag of pot.
Thinking of addiction with an all-or-nothing mentality does nothing but feed into “Us vs. Them” and the stigma associated with addiction.
I was the soccer mom, the football team mom, even the chaperone for school dances and booster club meetings. I was all in. Gradually though, my life became about using to not get dope sick. I was a drug addict.
I knew people who had been on for five to ten years or longer and their lives had not improved—so I did not see medication-assisted recovery as a way out of active addiction. In my vastly under-informed opinion, it was just a way to work the system and get your buzz for free.
I have one rule for my sobriety. I don’t pick up, no matter what. I figure if I follow that rule, I’ll be alright. Everything else is a suggestion. There are many recommendations I observe — I pick… Read More