I’m not one of those people that gets sober and views the drug or the drink as evil. One of the things that was accentuated in my early sobriety was that I was the one who couldn’t control my drinking.
Booze, on its own, isn’t a bad thing. There are a LOT of people that can drink socially and not have a problem. Some can even drink often and not necessarily be an alcoholic. So I don’t demonize the damn thing, because I recognize that it’s not the fault of other companies or society. It’s me.
I take a similar view on drugs. If you aren’t an addict or an alcoholic and you want to light up, I don’t view that as an inherently bad thing.
But when it comes to stuff like heroin, I’ve never known anyone to use it occasionally. It’s not a drug that you can just pick up at a party here and there and leave it alone after. It fucking haunts you. You may have a friend who swears to have anecdotal evidence to the contrary, but that guy they know is likely either lying or the drug’s just lying in wait to get back at him.
I don’t proselytize about straight edge living, because that to me is another form of taking someone else’s inventory. Another big no-no for recovering drunks and addicts. But goddamnit, when it comes to some stuff, there’s just no getting around it. When it comes to heroin, don’t snort it, don’t inject it. Find something else to do. Find anything else to do. Because that shit will ruin you.
And if you ever find yourself past that point of no return, there are resources out there. Get some help. It doesn’t matter if you’re a low level clerk, unemployed, homeless, or an Oscar-winning actor. You deserve better than this. Find an AA meeting or an NA meeting, depending on your poison. Trust me when I tell you that if you just sit and listen, no matter who’s in there, you’ll find someone that you can identify with. I’m a young male Atheist in my early thirties, and one of the stories I heard that I identified with most - including some eerily similar beats - came from a 73-year-old woman.
That goes, too, for people I know reading this that are sober but still suffering and isolating. Get to a meeting, or a doctor, anything. Get the help you deserve, and don’t let anything tell you that you don’t deserve better. I realize that I’m probably writing this to and about myself, particularly since I’ve been isolating a lot as of late.
Yes, Philip Seymour Hoffman being found dead with a needle in his arm sparked this. And yes, I find it more than a bit strange that the passing of a total stranger should have any bearing on what I do or how I feel. I hate myself a little bit for that, if I’m being honest. But it’s also known that he was trying to get better and had recently put himself into detox to try to kick it, and he couldn’t. That hits a little close to home because I’ve known people in sobriety who tried so hard but fell short, and there was always some little thing that they could have done - whether it’s to go to more meetings or see a doctor about depression – that could have made all the difference.
So get out and get help. Share your story. Don’t let yourself become one.
Another CLASSIC #SUPERBOWL MOMENT: Bob Costas loses a portion of his self-respect and dignity that he never recovers, followed by “Elvis Presto” completely shitting the bed on a “magic trick” that they had fixed.
I can’t emphasize that enough. They fixed it to go the way they wanted it to, and it still didn’t work. That’s an astounding level of incompetence right there.