The Wheels Of Life Go Round & Round!

I am reading aritcles/books with regards to the human thought process, spirituality, issues, recovery ideas and overall the human condition. Having worked at the addictions centre, I did read the big book, those years ago, as well as study the program and the steps. I have been going over some of what I learnt, gathering information regarding, even coming upon The Big Book, a few day ago at a sale and buying it to read again. I have been reading, Canadian Addiction surveys, from difference sources..
” About 1 in 10 Canadians has these styles of heavier drinking, with significantly
higher percentages in the four Atlantic Provinces and in
Alberta. For a country of Canada’s size and diversity, there is considerable convergence in findings across provinces regarding the prevalence of alcohol and “illicit” drug use and related harms. There are also important differences in terms of levels and patterns of use, and risk of harms that are of significance not only to researchers, but to decision makers and ultimately to all Canadians.”
.. what caught my eye in that articles was the, 1 in 10 Canadians having this life style, to a point where it may cause harm to the user and their relationships. You love the addict, but hate the disease and that is why ALANON is out there and of course AA for the addict, themselves. No one is perfect. Addictions are diseases, not just in alcohol or drugs, but food, sex, etc. Then we have the mental labels/disorders, such as depression and bipolar, then the physical ailments such as, convulsions, auto-immune diseases and more.
So if statistics are showing, 1 in 10 have alcohol and drug issues, the other 9 maybe have the mental, physical, the gene pool maladies, leaving you a population of ailing people..lol.. and I am one of them and so is the other person on your right, and on my left. 😉 I think the world needs to be more compassionate with each other, stop being so dam judgemental!
The old saying, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors or don’t judge a book by its cover, should be more than just words! We need to take action. Read up on maladies of human kind, understand more of what others are going through. Because some day, you just may be the person who wishes, others were not so judgemental, if your life took a 360 turn, for the not so better.
Don’t take your health for granted, mental, physical and or spiritual. Some body loves you just the way you are!
Next week, to re-read, The Big Book, is on my agenda, of understanding. And remember, tomorrow is another day, to get it right and the day after that and after that and…  😉

Come to Me!

The paragraph below was written by an addict.. what she believed her addiction was saying to her or would say to her if it could talk. Be warned it is very heart breaking. Would you want to hear the voice of your addiction? **********************************************************************************************
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I hate meetings.. I hate a Higher Power. I hate anyone who has a program. To all who come into contact with me, I wish suffering and I wish death.

Allow me to introduce myself. I am the disease of addiction. Cunning, baffling and powerful, that’s me.
I love to catch you with the element of surprise. I love pretending I am your friend and lover. I have given you comfort,, have I not? Wasn’t I there when you were lonely? When you wanted to die, didn’t you call me? I was there.

I love to make you hurt. I love to make you cry. Better yet, I love to make you so numb you can neither hurt nor cry. When you can’t feel anything at all, this is true glory!

I will give you instant gratification and all that I ask of you is long-term suffering. I’ve been there for you always. When things weren’t going right in your life, you invited me. You said you didn’t deserve these good things and I was the only one who would agree with you. Together we were able to destroy all things good in your life.

People don’t take me seriously. The take strokes seriously, heart attacks seriously, even diabetes they take seriously. Good that they are, they do not know that without my help many of these things would not be made possible.

I am such a hated disease, and yet I do not come uninvited. You choose to have me. So many have chosen me over reality and peace.

More than you hate me, I hate all of you who have a Twelve Step Program your meetings, your Higher Power, all weaken me, and I cannot function in the manner I am accustomed to.

Now I must lie here quietly. You don’t see me, but I am growing, bigger than ever. When you only exist, I may live. When you live, I only exist.

But I am here.. And until we meet again, if we meet .. Again,

I wish you suffering and death.
—-by Tonya Rix

You’re My Addicition

I smoked a pack of cigarettes a day for 30 years and quit cold turkey over a year ago. I wrote this poem while I was smoking. I found it hard thinking about quitting smoking, more so than the act of quitting. It was like I was going to say good bye to my best friend and to be honest, the cigarette was my best friend, my addiction!

Smoker-girl

To touch the tip
With just my lip
To me,
As sweet as chocolate.
I crave you ever so much
To have you close
To smell you
You are my crutch
Soothing to me as a musette
Who thought one could feel such euphoria
From a frigging cigarette!