The people in my life are still reeling quite a bit from the shock that their daughter, grandchild, sister, niece, cousin, friend... is someone struggling with addiction. I expect as much - it would be unfair to think otherwise and they need time to grieve the absence of what had been customary and what they had come to expect from me. ...I didn't give much warning to them... there wasn't much time for them to process a decline in the quality of life. It had been years in the making, but it only took a few short months to squander any possibility of hope.
I was able to get away and process... to see the faces of addiction. I was blessed to have the opportunity to meet with some amazing people with incredible insights on recovery... and they understood the fear of having an outside force take over completely. Fathers, Mothers, a Daughter, a Son... a Friend, a Grandparent... All races, all ages, men and women alike... this demon knows no bounds. i ramble on... the point is... there isnt a 'type' of person who struggles with addiction... and i think it will take time for people to realize and understand that.
...on a personal note...
i am not an addict. (yes, of course i am....but....)
i am chelle.
and i struggle with addiction.
i am more than the accumulation of the darkness in my life.
Some days words are just trivial.
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