Self | Addiction
Reflections on Choice & Addiction from Athens, Greece
Let’s talk about self control in addiction
Something happened to me yesterday that reaffirmed so many beliefs I’ve come to discover about the nature of addiction in my years of sobriety.
I don’t go to AA or NA. I attend no meetings. I simply quit. I got tired of living an obsequious existence ruled by a chemical that regularly made me feel awful, shattered my relationships, and stripped me of my potential.
First, a bit about my experiences.
No Resistance, No Control
I’m an alcoholic. That doesn’t mean that I walk around suffering from an incessant lack of control over alcohol. As you’ll see from my story, it’s quite the opposite. It means that once I drink alcohol, something happens in my body, an inexplicable transformation, a chemical metamorphosis, at which point I cannot resist the urge to have another drink. Once alcohol is in my bloodstream, I’m physically and mentally incapable of resisting drinking more.
Some people can have a drink and go on about their day. If I try this, I will feel like hot, freshly-run-over garbage in the filthy streets of Eastern Europe on a boiling summer’s day for the rest of the day (and the next…
