*TRIGGER WARNING: this content does contain comments regarding drug use and jokes about drug use.
I think when I say that I’m a chronic relapser, people picture a 41-year-old living in her parent’s basement, in and out of treatment centers, always drunk and stumbling around, slurring her words, or high. Or maybe you picture a homeless person (with a laptop), squatting at different friends’ houses. And although I have been (and done) most of these, that does not describe me now. I wear Patagonia fleeces. I am married and live with my husband in a decent neighborhood. We’ve lived here 7 years. It’s a “hip” (saying that probably makes me the opposite) part of town, and we enjoy it. I have lost jobs over the years, but I have also held jobs for awhile. I hang out with my family. My niece is my world.
I don’t drive drunk and I’ve never wrecked my car (my mom’s car didn’t fare so well, though from the DWI in my 20s). I got a DWI in my 20s, yes, but haven’t driven drunk since. And I have never had any legal trouble except for that. I also don’t have cirrhosis or any drug or alcohol-related illnesses.
And, like I mentioned, although I have relapsed a lot, I have been in recovery, for the most part (or in treatment), from 2007-present day. The longest I went was the California “sober” test that I did last year from about March-December.
This brings me to the California Sober thing. For those of you who don’t know what that is, it’s when someone in recovery eliminates all drugs and alcohol, except weed and psychedelics (i don’t touch psychedelics, though).
I picked weed back up again this year from March-May. I really didn’t want to let go of it. It was probably the hardest drug to quit. It’s so harmless, right? NO. Not for addicts. It’s truly a gateway drug. Yep, just like they told you in Dare. California sober is the furthest thing from sober for me. The disease of addiction has phases of deterioration, but it is painful at every stage. And maybe I’m not in end stage addiction, someday I will be, if I keep going.
I was in rehab with a guy in the dead of winter. Snow was on the ground and the rehab was in the middle of nowhere (probably to prevent shit like this). There were at least 50 acres around us. The next town was miles away. He took off on foot, without a coat, and hopped the fence. Dude made it to the next town, got drunk, and then got a lift back to the treatment center. Now if that isn’t a testament to the insanity that is at play here, I don’t know what is.
But if that didn’t convince you: he did it AGAIN a week later. No joke. And even though I haven’t had legal trouble since the early 2000s, what he did made SENSE to me. And I hope that with some of the stories and personal experience that I will be sharing here will help it makes sense to you. Recovering from addiction is a long, hard road. That is why so many people relapse. And yes, some do it 100 times, like me. But there is hope.
And that is when one addict helps another. Like, I can tell an addict that I once got high and hallucinated on dramamine and he won’t say “why?”, he’ll say, “how was it?Twelve Step groups have saved my life. Goggle them. You know their names. I’m not supposed to promote them. They don’t like that. Also, if you are physically dependent on alcohol or sedatives, go detox at a hospital and don’t do it at home. You can die that way.
Mmk. To end on a happy note: Many addicts do recover. I know many with 30, 40, 50 years sober. And a lot of them relapsed at first. Let’s do it chronic relapsers. Let’s be the exception! Please subscribe!