![]() But over recent decades, science has offered a compelling case to include under the addiction umbrella not only substances but behaviors, prime among them excessive gambling. Eventually, it was understood that aspects of both the person (including the larger environment a person dwells in) and the substance contribute to the possibility of addiction. There was a time when addiction was thought to be a property residing within substances themselves-morphine, heroin, alcohol, and other psychoactive agents. Changes in the reward pathways of the brain they induce set the stage for intense cravings at the same time they weaken pathways involved in the ability to control behavior. The behavior stimulates reward centers of the brain, and the intensely pleasurable effects create a progressively compelling incentive to repeat the activity, often displacing everyday behaviors to the point of disrupting relationships, livelihood, health, and other pillars of normal life.Ī number of psychoactive substances have addictive potential, and while they differ pharmacologically one from another, what they have in common is direct activation of the brain’s reward system. I will expose you and your lies.Addiction is a condition marked by behavior that is difficult to control and continues despite adverse consequences. If I see you deceiving others I will share the light with them. I release you with love but I do release you completely. I was meant to live and walk with a source greater than you, I was meant to be, to feel, I was meant to live unchained. I can see through the fog, I have seen the truth, I’ve experienced the light of God. Go to wherever addictions go when they are no longer needed or wanted, when they have finally been exposed to the light. I want to grieve, feel fear, grow courage, experience pain, hunger, happiness, love, disappointment, joy. You want me bound, desperate and alone and I want release. ![]() You and me are looking for different things. I always believed you until I saw the light and I saw the difference between the lie and the truth. I saw the light and I heard someone’s sweet voice say, “You can have this – you can be free.” All those years when I thought you were my friend you were scheming behind my back, slowly you robbed me of my dignity, joy, and faith and you did it with a smile and a lie. But there is something much stronger than you and that is God. You thought I would never break free and sometimes I thought you were right. I heard you laughing as I told others about you. I saw a glimpse of you smirking as I fell back into your waiting arms time and time again. I am comfortable and I am your life.” I listened to you thinking you were my closest friend. And every time I felt some hope you were there to whisper in my ear, “You don’t have to go there, stay here with me I will keep you safe. ![]() My pain and sorrow grew because I never worked through it. The fog you created for me to keep me safe, in the shadows, unseen. You told me I was unworthy or others weren’t good enough and most of the time I was unable to see a person’s true self because I was kept enveloped in a fog. ![]() I isolated and had no meaningful relationships because the wall between me and others (which you helped me build) was ten feet thick and made with stones of fear held together by mortar made of resentments, lies, shame and guilt. I never developed courage because you told me that the substance I craved would take away all fear and protect me. I was never allowed to grieve because I hid with you behind closed doors. However, and there is a huge however, all these things you gave me came with a price. You gave me the ability to be invisible, a gift that served me well and probably saved my life. You gave me a voice and although it was not a voice heard by anyone but me it was with me constantly, chattering away non-stop like white noise. I never gave you credit for all the times you stayed with me when I was at the bottom of the heap. You comforted me through pain and sorrow and you were always around to help me celebrate my victories. When I was alone you were always there for me. This is what I wrote.įarewell, Dear addiction, you were there for me when I needed you most. My sponsor asked me to write a farewell letter to my addiction.
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