Wow. Some really brilliant posts. It’s easy to forget sometimes the lies. And how as an addict you become proficient at it. Until it’s all gone too far and you cant see that you’re lies just don’t work. The denial. But also the times when the come down off a mad binge for a moment genuinely makes you feel like, ‘yes, I’m ready to stop, I hate myself, why am I like this …’.
So many comments from this thread ring home. The cruel to be kind is the hardest. But also the comment about only the addict can stop it is so true.
If I could buy an island to treat people I know I could help. Too long winded to explain. But then it’s the return to that place and the risk of relapse.
It’s a lifetime battle. There really is no answer. And that may sound like a terrible thought. But what I mean is, there are ways, its finding it.
I joined the reserves. I don’t know how I did it. But I stuck to it. I was in a place where I had to respect my abode, had good influences around me. And, at the risk of unsettling some of you, an older woman who helped in ways. Ah, so much to try and say. Not saying enough, coming out a bit rambled and incomplete.
Theres a film I’d recommend, ‘Beautiful Boy’. But be warned, its quite powerful. Particularly for those of us that can relate.