10 November 2016

CONTROL: Desire, Illusion & Loss

The quality of street drugs is NOT controlled. People die every day and hour from ingesting, snorting and shooting up different substances than what they presume they had just purchased.
Alcohol is a controlled substance. In my home state, Pennsylvania, liquor is sold by the state and monitored by a Liquor Control Board. You are certain of the quality and purity of every substance you purchase.

So alcohol is safer than street drugs, right?


Except for me. It's not safe for me. Presumably never was. A long, hard lesson to be learned. A 30-year look back on my drinking experience has proven to me beyond doubt that it is not safe for me to drink under any circumstances or conditions. Ever. No matter how many decades between sips. Alcoholism and its attendant consequences have been progressive for me. My life always has always gotten progressively worse each and every time I have picked up a drink.

No matter the purity and proof of the alcohol I might ingest, it's me who is out of control when I drink. I'm a blackout drinker who continues to drink, well after my ability to form memories has evaporated. My brain's desire for all else dissipates. Alcohol replaces what alcohol displaces. Illusion, delusion and insanity ensue. The only gain is loss. And loss is all.
After years of sustained sobriety, all street drugs, alcohol and prescription drugs (except as prescribed by a doctor) are off my Wish List, Bucket List and a list of other lists. With no illusion of control over addictive substances, my recovery continues to flourish in their absence. 

#Alcoholism #Addiction #Recovery
This post was written by Jim Anders, author of All Drinking Aside, an Autobiographical Fiction, linked here: http://amzn.to/1bX6JyO
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06 November 2016

Nature / Nurture Foretold?

    "When I reached a certain level of intoxication, I was at my peak. Not before. Not after. And my duration of peak performance diminished as my disease progressed. I was a lousy pool player until I had enough drinks in me. I needed so many drinks to function at my physical best. At some point, the new normal was drunk and it was a necessity. 
    1955- Rosa Parks boards a bus. I'm five years old. Alcohol sits next to me, waiting patiently for me to pick up my first drink."

from All Drinking Aside
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04 November 2016

Recovery Express?

"Back in the Old West, the Pony Express was called express because it was fast for those times. Today, our Postal Service is jokingly called snail mail because it is perceived as slow relative to the instantaneous nature of the internet. The fact is that snail mail is far faster now than the Pony Express ever was then. By far. And a drink is fast. Far too fast for me. A drink is far too deadly fast for me. Too Fast. Far too fast. Deadly, deadly, slowly, slowly fast."

from All Drinking Aside
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Three Blind Mice

Three blind mice. Three blind mice.
See how they run. See how they run.
Most of us have heard that addiction is a three-fold illness - Physical, Mental and Spiritual (NOT Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's Eve, as once suggested in a cartoon).

As my health deteriorated, a self-perpetuating wheel of depression and anxiety continued and I became "a blind man descending a spiral staircase leading to nowhere."

Did you ever see such a sight in your life,
As three blind mice?

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02 November 2016

Drunken Turkey? That Would Be Me!

Dinner Party: "An extravagant excuse to get plastered, like the time I roasted the turkey upside down and couldn’t understand why it was so difficult to carve the breast, when in fact, I was cutting into the carcass."

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