For too long, practically all my life, I've denied a simple truth. I figure that with my life in pieces (a marital separation, a job that leaves me woefully under-employed and financial ruin) there is no better time to start getting real with myself. After all, I've got nothing left to lose.
My drugs of choice over the years have been fear and control. Co-dependency and nearly 25 years of a deep depression are the results of my indulgences.
Step One of my recovery tells me that I have to admit that I am powerless over my addiction and others and that my life has become unmanageable. I am now admitting the nature of my addiction in the hopes that I can begin the healing. No more lies. No more excuses.
My name is John ...and I'm an addict.
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