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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.

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It’s hard. And having hurt my mother about 10 years ago in similar ways, I can also relate. He most definitely goes through deep feelings of guilt and there are times he genuinely believes he’s had enough, it’s just not worth the latter results that drug use leaves a person with before they completely come down.

I don’t think wanting to change is enough on it’s own, or even having a really good reason such as a baby on the way.

The more people try to advise, the worse it can make things. And for those closest, the despair, the hurt and their own feelings of well, guilt. The bewilderment will lead to a range of emotions.

My mother never gave up on me. But alas we’re all different do it’s never going to be easy to offer advice that will help. My mother loved and loves me to this day. During those dark times it was her and my sister that remained throughout. Sometimes understanding, and sometimes anger. Always hurt and pity in their eyes. But they never judged me. The only ones.

What helped me was changing my surroundings. Yes I wanted to change. It was nearly too late. I couldn’t believe I was stealing from my family and putting myself in some very dark and dangerous places. I changed my surroundings by pure chance several times, but it wasn’t until I found “the right place” that I naturally just kicked the habit, literally overnight.

I had no money, I was with people that were aware of my situation, but i also had no access to the substance and was in a situation where i had to get on with things.

No one forced me. I don’t really understand it myself. But I do believe that I’d advise anyone to maybe travel or go to stay with long lost relatives or friends, far, far away from the norm.

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