Addiction is a prison. It holds one hostage within one’s self, the worst hell of all.
Some can overcome, and some just can’t stop the endless cycle. Despite intervention, rehab, meetings and more, they can’t release the demon that possesses their soul: alcohol or drugs.
It could also be sex, food, gambling or a number of other afflictions. Whatever it is, the power it has over a person is relentless.
In messaging with a dear friend’s sister tonight, I was truly disheartened in learning the condition my friend is in.
When you’re a fixer, you want to fix, and you feel helpless when there is nothing you can do. Even worse, it pains you when you know how wonderful this person’s life was, and still could be.
We’d had many heart to hearts, yet one evening pains me the most. It was the moment when my friend looked into my eyes, after all he’d been through and the upset he’d caused others, and said: “I can’t promise you, or anyone, that I won’t drink again.” I knew right then, there was nothing anyone could do. Not my first rodeo. He would drink again and tonight, he is in ICU.
It’s suicide prevention month, yet how often do we pay attention to those who are killing themselves slowly each day? Booze, pills, drugs, food, gambling, sex, work?
Never think addiction is a weakness, or a matter of willpower. Some are just chemically wired for addiction. They may not even know it until they find themselves in its grip, unable to set themselves free.
The reality is, we can’t help those who don’t want to help themselves. But we should never give up on them.
If you’re questioning your own vices, take a step back and be honest with yourself. Stop it now before you find yourself fighting for your life – emotionally, mentally, spiritually and physically.