GoldenMiles wrote:
Can we talk about other addictions? There was a period where I drank every day for about a year after I quit drugs, so I definitely identify as an alcoholic, but it wasn’t my DOC.
I do go to AA meetings in addition to NA ones, though.
The OP never responded back to me, so F it, I will just talk about addiction in general. After all, alcoholism is just another kind of drug addiction. It is the same disease as meth addiction or heroin addiction.
I've talked about my addiction problems before on here, so I won't go into much detail, but my entire adult life (I'm 31) has been deeply marred by addiction. For very long chunks of my life, it defined me to my core. I hate it. It feels like a curse. Many times in the past I have wished that I wasn't prescribed Vicodin when I was in high school. Until that point (senior year), I was very much against drugs and drinking and partying (probably like many distance running nerds on here). I looked at my disapproval towards partying as a sign of my individualism--that I didn't need to "fit in." I didn't even take things like Tylenol. I had been prescribed opioid painkillers before for getting my wisdom teeth out, but didn't want to take them and didn't. Then I came down with some sort of mouth infection my senior year, and it was so serious and painful that I hadn't eaten in days. The doctor prescribed me something like 30 Vicodin for the pain. I begrudgingly took a single 5mg Vicodin and didn't think much about it.
I know it sounds like a cliche, but once that 5mg Vicodin kicked in, it felt like a switch had been flipped in my brain. It's been over ten years since that night, so I'm starting to get a little fuzzy on the specifics of how I felt, but I obviously liked it so much that I was willing to immediately go against all of my principles, because I kept taking that Vicodin over the course of the next few days, in increasing dosages, even after the point where I didn't need them anymore for the pain. I had just entered into my first serious relationship, and the girl had an alcoholic mother, so one of the things that attracted her to me initially was that I didn't want to just get high, unlike so many other people in her social circles. Honestly, I hear it said so many times that so many addicts are in denial, but either I'm just lucky or have a high sense of self-awareness, because I knew from very early on that I was an addict. Maybe I just have always had low enough self-esteem that it wouldn't exactly surprise me to label myself with a derogatory term like "addict."
Once my girlfriend found out that I had been taking Vicodin recreationally, she asked me to please stop. I agreed with her that there was no point in me continuing to use them. I remember I made it a few days--maybe a week--and then I found someone in school to buy more opiates from (this time I purchased OxyContin and snorted it). I don't know if I thought I was an addict before that moment, just one or two weeks after the first time I'd ever gotten high, but after then, I knew I was in my bones. I wasn't a liar up to that point. I never broke the law. I was every law-abiding distance nerd on here to a T. I was terrified of authority and always scared of getting in trouble. I had just entered into a happy relationship with the first girl I ever loved, one who I would have a five-year relationship with. But from the point I went and bought that OxyContin and did more drugs after I'd promised to quit, I was willing to lie to anyone and everyone about my usage. I still, to this day, pride myself on never lying about things I've never done (like bragging, trying to make myself seem like a better, more successful person than I am), but it becomes so habitual to lie about things you DO do (like shoot up heroin every day before you show up at work, or dig through garbage to find a bunch of used needles that you threw away after promising yourself you'd never shoot up anymore coke again) that it's like breathing. After all, you can't tell the everyday world that you're a drug addict and expect to get away with it. It helped that I was such a straight-edge for so long, because my parents didn't catch onto the fact that I was a drug addict for YEARS, until I'd gotten myself into legal trouble and had to tell them.
Various personality traits lend themselves towards addiction. I tend to be a very obsessive person in my interests. It's why I found out about LetsRun in high school and posted on here, following the sport, whereas almost no other runners do so. When my interests turned towards drugs, I followed the same path. I used to be OBSESSED with finding out information about drugs, and I would go to all kinds of online message boards to learn about them. In those early twilight years, when you haven't started to have any serious consequences, it seems like a magical world newly open to you. Me, a depressed/melancholic person all my life, finding out I could change my mood to happy and content simply by taking a pill...it was a staggering discovery to me. I remember at the time feeling like what I felt like high on opiates was how "normal people must feel." I felt that if there was a way to live high forever on opiates, I would take that. I didn't take them to get intoxicated. I took them because they were like an anti-depressant to me. They got rid of all of my insecurities, fear, inadequacy. Another personality trait that strongly gets linked to addiction is an all-or-nothing complex (I feel like distance runners have a lot of these same traits, too). Just a few months or a year prior, I was completely against even having a beer or smoking weed, but after I had entered the world of drugs, I wanted to find the drugs that would make me feel the best possible. That's a dark hole to go down, especially when I wasn't attracted to psychedelics or mind-enhancing substances. I just wanted what would be most pleasurable and what would kill the pain of life the best. Because of that, I went down the rabbit hole of IV heroin and cocaine usage.
What is there even to say about being an IV drug addict? It's a bad life. I've had it much better than so many others I encounter at meetings. The woman who led the meeting tonight lived on the streets for years, whereas I've never once been homeless. I graduated college. I've had various decent jobs (although I've fucked up a ton of them due to drug use). But I've had all kinds of bad things happen to. My health has suffered tremendously. But it's the psychological effects that take the biggest toll. I've heard that you are emotionally at the age you were when you first became an addict, so now that I'm trying to get sober (something, by the way, I've been trying to do for years, with literally countless numbers of relapses), I feel like I'm stuck in high school emotionally. It's a tough thing to deal with, but I'm only 31, so I'm not too old. I've decided to go back to school to become a nurse recently, so I'm working towards that. I got out of rehab recently, separated from my girlfriend of 7+ years (as you can imagine, drug addiction was the reason why), and moved back from Los Angeles to the East Coast to live with my parents to go back to school.
As I mentioned earlier, I also can relate to alcoholism, despite heroin and IV cocaine being my drugs of choice. When I first tried to quit drugs in my earlier 20s, I started drinking very heavily as a way to cope with life. I used to drink almost a bottle of liquor to myself every night, blacking out pretty much constantly, since I would drink it so fast. I knew even then that I wasn't really clean in any way when I was drinking so much. Unsurprisingly, the year or so of alcoholic drinking led to a relapse on other drugs.