#theaddictsdiary

[figures2012]

PRESSURE VS PAIN

The man doesn't know that there is a snake underneath. The woman doesn't know that there is a stone crushing the man. The woman thinks, “I am going to fall! And I can’t climb because the snake is going to bite me! Why can’t the man use a little more strength and pull me up!” The man thinks, “I am in so much pain! Yet I’m still pulling you as much as I can! Why don’t you try and climb a little harder?!” The moral is ~ you can’t see the pressure the other person is under, and the other person can’t see the pain you’re in. This is life, whether it’s with work, family, feelings or friends, we should try to understand each other. Learn to think differently, perhaps more clearly and communicate better. A little thought and patience goes a long way. #TheAddictsDiary

[claytonmdavis]

Reposted from @theaddictinside Show yourself some love. . . . #addictionquotes #soberquotes #narcoticsanonymous #theaddictsdiary #addictionawareness #addictiontreatment #12stepstorecovery #drugrecovery #soberaf #stopdrinking #recoveryworks #recoveroutloud #wedorecover #sobrietyquotes #recoveryquotes #odaat #theaddictinside #iamsober #sobermode #soberisbetter #soberinspiration #recoverymotivation #traumarecovery #sobrietyrocks #sobrietyisworthit - #regrann https://www.instagram.com/p/CDkPSS_hsty/?igshid=1l7ohwncm72ge

[rich1577]

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[wyldwon]

Today is February 28th.

On February 28th 1985 my parents gave me the gift of a little brother. I remember being at home with my grandma waiting for them to bring him home from the hospital. I didn't know then how much he would change my life. And I definitely didn't know that 34 years later he would break my heart wide open.

It's no secret that my life has been deeply affected by addiction. I have loved an addict with all of my heart. And even though I knew one day it would probably end in disaster, my life was so deeply woven into his that there was no way for me to step away. But even now that I know how it ended I don't think I could have ever chosen to walk away from him. He was my only sibling and he broke my heart many times, but never more than the day he died. Drugs ruined a part of my life and I wasn't even the one doing them.

Choosing to be in his life meant there was always a chance he could burn mine to the ground. But I took that chance. Because every once in awhile I would look at him and see that little boy that sucked his thumb until he was 7.

No one tells you that the little boy that slept on the floor of your room every weekend would one day have multiple felonies.

No one can prepare you for the countless phone calls about overdoses and arrests.

There isn't a word to describe the loss of a sibling. I'm not a widow or an orphan. I'm just the girl whose brother died. Sometimes I feel cheated that I only had him 34 years with him. But the rest of the time I feel lucky to have had him that long.

My brain knows that there is nothing more I could have ever done to change his path but my broken heart questions every decision I made in regards to him.

Why didn't I mail those cigarettes to rehab?

Why did I mail those cigarettes to rehab?

Should I have let him stay in jail?

Why did I bail him out of jail?

Did I love him too little?

Did I love him too much?

Enabling. Tough love.

I can assure you I tried it all.

Grief doesn't just show up on the day they die.

It shows up on a random Monday night.

It shows up when I'm at work.

It shows up when I'm driving and a song comes on that reminds me of him.

It shows up when my kids are arguing and I tell them they shouldn't fight because they are the only siblings they have.

It shows up time and time again and it's never expected or invited.

We are losing an entire generation to addiction. Children are losing their parents, parents are burying their children, and brothers and sisters are heartbroken without their siblings.

I don't know what the right answer is. I don't know how to stop it or if it can even be stopped.

But I do know that the addicts and the people that love them can use a lot less judgement and a lot more grace.

Maybe we can find way to be kinder to people that struggle with things that we know nothing about.

Maybe we use compassion instead of disgust.

Maybe we remember that all of these addicts are someone's kid, parent, grandchild, sibling, aunt or uncle.

Because in the grand scheme of things,

"We are all just walking each other home."

Happy Birthday Jared. I loved you your whole life and I'll love you for the rest of mine. #TheAddictsDiary

[ucanbeasurvivor]

I spent years in denial about my addiction. "I can stop any time", I would always tell myself. Then one day, I overdosed. Even with a PICC line in my arm from a recent heart infection, caused by shooting up, I continued to use. And that was nearly my last time. My mother found me in my room, on my bed, clinging to life. EMS was able to arrive on scene and reverse the opiods in time to save my life. If my mom wouldn't have found me, I wouldn't be here today to tell my story. Like nearly every addict, I relapsed a few weeks later. Instead of pills and fentanyl patches, I moved to heroin. I loved the rush I felt when shooting it up. It provided me such serenity and a mind-numbing experience. My family and partner at the time found out a few weeks later. I was so embarrassed of my addiction, I fled and hid for 4 days. Upon returning home, law enforcement was called and I was committed to a local psychiatric facility for 5 days. There, they provided some medications to aide in my withdrawls. Still so, I had numerous days of body aches, cold sweats that would soak my bed sheets, and incessant, projectile vomiting. Upon my discharge, I went through months of grueling therapy, medications, and learning new ways to confront my emotions and fears, instead of numbing them. I have been clean since October 6, 2015. 1,372 days of sobriety. 32,928 hours. 118,540,800 seconds of struggling and learning to cope with life without drugs. In January of 2016, I acquired a new job where I am now a manager of a department. I have also taken up a passion for EMS, working as an EMT in a county with numerous heroin ODs since May 2016. I am now nearing the end of a 2 year paramedic program. As it has been since the day I got sober, my goal every day is to continue to find myself and help others in a similar position do the same. I am, and always will be, an addict. Sobriety isn't easy. Life isn't easy. But my God, a life without drugs is surreal.#TheAddictsDiary https://www.facebook.com/Screaming-in-the-darkness-SAYS-Testify-424938314721627/?modal=admin_todo_tour

[rafaelavcioglu]

“You can sound confident and have anxiety. You can look healthy but feel like shit. You can look happy but be miserable inside. You can be good looking and feel ugly. So be kind because every person is fighting a battle you know nothing about.” - @theaddictsdiary ________ Thank the universe for art. I don’t know where I would be without it. No question about it, art saved my life and continues to do so. Everyone’s different and everyone has different levels for which they are effected by trauma. Basically everyone’s shit is different. I didn’t know for a long time what I was doing with my camera. I was just shooting a creating. But the more you shoot, the more your work turns into an extension of your conscious or subconscious. I realized that I was constantly fighting a battle and that creating made me feel like I was winning that battle little by little. So my stuff may seem edgy, moody, sombre, or dark but that is my pain being pushed through and it’s often done subconsciously. It is my therapy. It is how I cope. ____________ I love incorporating flowers into photographers because it’s spring but also because it’s like the beauty in the struggle. __________ Photography by: @bob_canto Edited by: @rafael.avcioglu __________ - - - - #artclassified #dreamermagazine #sombrebeings #pr0ject_soul #photocinematica #dynamicportraits #cityports #portraitpage #pursuitofportraits #theportraitpr0ject #vscofilter #portraits_mf #pulsefilm #taintedmag #tendermag #pseudokulture #nowherediary #777luckyfish #somewheremagazine #realismag #fisheyelemag #indiependentmag #thinkverylittle #fashionphotographychannel #classicsmagazine #magnificomagazine #bravogreatphoto #bestfilmphoto #flanellemagazine #featurehighlight (at Somerville, Massachusetts) https://www.instagram.com/rafael.avcioglu/p/BxC_uWBhqrV/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1vkzrmicyuihb

[claytonmdavis]

Reposted from @theaddictinside #sobrietyissexy #wedorecover #thedryclub #soberisbetter #sobermode #theaddictsdiary #alcoholfreelife #alcoholfree #alcoholismrecovery #alcoholfreeliving #alcoholicsanonymous #narcoticsanonymous #thebasictext #friendsofbillw #billwilson #sobrietyrocks #sobrietyquotes #addictionquotes #addictionrecoveryquotes #addictiontreatment #cleanandsoberliving #cleanandserene #cleanandsober #cleanandsoberlove #soberaf #sober #sobriety #recoverycommunity #recoveryquotes #theaddictinside https://www.instagram.com/p/CEksGe-huym/?igshid=r90venm2ohv9

[claytonmdavis]

Reposted from @theaddictinside Pretty sure it's the last one. Yep, definitely the last one. . . #odaat #addictionquotes #soberquotes #narcoticsanonymous #theaddictsdiary #addictionawareness #addictiontreatment #12stepstorecovery #drugrecovery #alcoholicsanonymous #substanceabusedisorder #stopdrinking #recoveryworks #recoveroutloud #iamsober #theaddictinside #theaddictsdiary #soberissexy #soberinspiration #sobermode #sobertribe #sobrietyisworthit #sobrietyissexy #wedorecover #cleanandserene #cleanandsober - #regrann https://www.instagram.com/p/CDh9uFwBBkn/?igshid=14nsxyon9f9ct

[claytonmdavis]

Reposted from @theaddictinside @christopherferry . . . #wedorecover #addictionquotes #soberquotes #recoveryquotes #narcoticsanonymous #12steps #sobermemes #aamemes #addictionawareness #addictiontreatment #substanceabuse #soberlifestyle #soberlife #addictionrecovery #soberliving #sobertribe #sobrietyrocks #sober #alcoholismrecovery #alcoholicsanonymous #opioidaddiction #drugrecovery #12stepstorecovery #basictext #billw #friendsofbillw #theaddictsdiary #theaddictinside https://www.instagram.com/p/CDkiVdEhfyB/?igshid=142hikirm3cmo

[claytonmdavis]

Reposted from @theaddictinside We Do Recover! . . . #wedorecover #addictionquotes #soberquotes #recoveryquotes #narcoticsanonymous #12steps #sobermemes #aamemes #addictionawareness #addictiontreatment #substanceabuse #soberlifestyle #soberlife #addictionrecovery #soberliving #sobertribe #sobrietyrocks #sober #alcoholismrecovery #alcoholicsanonymous #theaddictinside #drugrecovery #12stepstorecovery #basictext #billw #friendsofbillw #theaddictsdiary - #regrann https://www.instagram.com/p/CDSdUzLhjgh/?igshid=82k5zu1ytmeh

[ucanbeasurvivor]

I spent years in denial about my addiction. “I can stop any time”, I would always tell myself.

  Then one day, I overdosed. Even with a PICC line in my arm from a recent heart infection, caused by shooting up, I continued to use. And that was nearly my last time. My mother found me in my room, on my bed, clinging to life. EMS was able to arrive on scene and reverse the opiods in time to save my life. If my mom wouldn’t have found me, I wouldn’t be here today to tell my story.

  Like nearly every addict, I relapsed a few weeks later. Instead of pills and fentanyl patches, I moved to heroin. I loved the rush I felt when shooting it up. It provided me such serenity and a mind-numbing experience. My family and partner at the time found out a few weeks later. I was so embarrassed of my addiction, I fled and hid for 4 days.

  Upon returning home, law enforcement was called and I was committed to a local psychiatric facility for 5 days. There, they provided some medications to aide in my withdrawls. Still so, I had numerous days of body aches, cold sweats that would soak my bed sheets, and incessant, projectile vomiting. Upon my discharge, I went through months of grueling therapy, medications, and learning new ways to confront my emotions and fears, instead of numbing them.

  I have been clean since October 6, 2015. 1,372 days of sobriety. 32,928 hours. 118,540,800 seconds of struggling and learning to cope with life without drugs.

  In January of 2016, I acquired a new job where I am now a manager of a department. I have also taken up a passion for EMS, working as an EMT in a county with numerous heroin ODs since May 2016. I am now nearing the end of a 2 year paramedic program. As it has been since the day I got sober, my goal every day is to continue to find myself and help others in a similar position do the same.

  I am, and always will be, an addict. Sobriety isn’t easy. Life isn’t easy. But my God, a life without drugs is surreal.

#TheAddictsDiary

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Testimony I spent years in denial about my addiction. "I can stop any time", I would always tell myself.