Friday, July 8, 2011
When I meet a young addicts parents I get crazy inside. I love them but I get crazy. OK, not all of them make me crazy but most do. You can read books about the ocean or watch movies about the ocean and even go to ocean seminars but if you've never left the state of Iowa then you don't really understand the magnitude of the ocean. Calm surfaces never give an indication to the rip tides going on below. The ocean is never what it seems. Never. A newly clean addict is a miserable addict no matter what they say or how they appear until they have experienced some sort of psychic change. The happier everyone around them is at their new sobriety, the more miserable the addict becomes because the "what the hell is wrong with me voice" gets louder. Dope is a cure for the addict.....not the problem. There has to be a power greater than dope as a substitute. A peaceful day with siblings eating chicken and going to the movies and getting a job is not a substitute. Sometimes, wild sex hanging from a water tower will work for 30 minutes.
I went to the doctor yesterday. She's so young that I was worried she would pull out a Hello Kitty stethoscope. I have some meds.