Stigma and resentment primarily motivate the anti-disease narrative, not the fact that a human choice is a significant contributor to the risk factors.
When left alone, we tell ourselves things that we are unlikely to ever repeat out-loud to friends, yet we can readily accept those thoughts as being correct when left trapped in our minds. Instead of allowing our thoughts to uplift us, we let the negative things we say to ourselves to overpower us.
Uncomfortable situations are opportunities for self-reflection and growth.
Accepting is not the same as giving up.
What stands in the way becomes the way.
I’ve never heard of anyone completing recovery–or accomplishing anything in life perfectly. I know I haven’t even done it well.
Life was good, and it was about to get a lot better. I was experiencing success and growth in all areas of my life. What I felt was real happiness, and things seemed to be finally coming together in my life; a gift of my recovery.
Helping others has a profound impact on our mental and physical health, not just in recovery from Substance Use, but for all of us.
The people typically closest to a fatal overdose are not dealers making a profit, but peers who are also struggling with drug addiction.
You can’t rationalize irrational behavior. Once addicted, the brain perceives the need for the drug on the same level of importance as survival behaviors like eating food and drinking water.
Receiving praise from others when we feel negative about ourselves causes discomfort because it conflicts with our existing belief system.
For most of my adult life, I thought that I needed to act and feel specific ways to be accepted as the man that I believed I wanted to be.
What someone thinks of me is not my business and most importantly not something I should tie to my happiness.
You can’t plan your way out of addiction.
Choose to make the experience a good one because your circumstances don’t care how you feel about them. The only way to change them is through action, not wanting.
One of my earliest memories is of waking up one morning at dawn to find my brother standing in the kitchen, shirtless and covered in blood.