Addiction: An Addict's Tale of Recovery

April 15, 2018


My name is Jay and I'm an addict. Drugs controlled my life for many years. They took me to places of darkness and lonliness.

Addiction is a disease. It is terminal and incurable. We find ourselves in places where we see no escape. Our addiction takes away our soul, our morals, and our sense of being.

Although we will remain addicts for the rest of our lives, once we admit we have a problem and accept that our lives are out of control, we can begin to treat our disease. For an addict, the thought of living the rest of their life without ever using drugs again is too overwhelming for them to fathom.
We've been using for so long, hiding and running from ourselves and our fears.

It usually is not to an addict has hit rock bottom before they will admit that they have a problem. The thing about being an addict is that your always the last one to find out. Your family and friends have known this for years, but denial is just another weapon your disease uses to keep you sick.

What does it take for a person to admit they have a problem, and just as important, what does it take for an addict to seek help? When we find we can not exist like this any longer, we become willing to do whatever it takes to change. We can not take the pain any more. It is at this that our miracles begin to materialize in our lives. When we speak those magic words, "I surrender", we are now turning our will over to a power greater than ourselves. We will soon know a new freedom.

Yes, we are still addicts, but we are recovering addicts. We do not focus on staying clean for the rest of our lives; we work on staying clean Just for Today. My gratitude speaks when I care, and when I share with others that there is another way.

There is a wonderful life waiting for us when we find recovery.

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  • Travis Fisher April 15, 2018 at 7:47 pm

    I have PTSD, was diagnosed with it 11 years ago, back when I attended High School in the 10th grade. My father started beating me up when I was 4 years old and the suffering ended several weeks shy of my 13th birthday. His methods of punishments were always very painful, he would belt me as hard as possible with both ends of a belt, beating me with the sheath of a sword he had, whipping me with bamboo canes and audio cables, punching and kicking me, strangling and spitting in my face while telling me how much he despised me just for existing, threatening to kill me with a rifle he had and threatened to beat me senseless if I was "lying" about having asthma attacks even though I was in face (still am) am asthmatic and that I was having asthma attacks.

    Not only was I dealing with a nightmarish scenario on a daily basis because of my "father" I was also being gang bashed by a gang of Aborigine kids on a near daily basis because my sisters loved stirring up trouble for me for the soul reason of me getting beaten up by the gutless pricks. I had very few friends because I had a real bad anger issue, kids would try to rile me up and that would cause me to lose sanity and beat the target until I was able to snap back into reality. Every so often when I played soccer on the school oval during the lunch break idiots would ankle tap me so they would get the ball off me and I would chase after the kid as fast as I could go while bellowing at them with my intent of beating the shit out of them, I didn't care that others were trying to restrain me, I was only happy when I started beating the scumbags to a pulp.

    I'm 27 now and I have somewhat managed to keep some level of sanity after the hell I went through growing up, I haven't thought of suicide, never taken drugs or medications and never drank to excess. I know how much damage drug use and alcohol abuse does to the body because I studied that sort of thing for the fun of it and out of curiosity, I see no point of ravaging your internal organs and destroying your brain as a means of escaping the pain. I deal with the stress by playing violent computer games, it's a fun outlet to allow you to get out your pent up anger and frustrations without the possibility of hurting yourself or those around you.

  • SMARTKITE April 15, 2018 at 7:47 pm

    Try this session to overcome PTSD:

  • Finding Myself April 15, 2018 at 7:47 pm

    I didn't know I had it or it was so serious until after my overdose n my cell got hacked n all these delusions came in on my phone even pictures of my mom who I've always loved but abused me when I was a child they used her pics and it freaked me out to n she is dead. They used pics of my husband saying Bear gets what bear wants I freaked out because he was once abusive to me to n it reminded me of this 36 year old who beat the crap out of me when I was 14 then telling me he wouldn't never let me go because he was whipped sexually he tried killing me. I had to escape from him while out of town pregnant with another man's son because he got out of jail found me saying if it wasn't his child he would kick it out my stomach so this cell hacking freaked me out caused alot of fear right when I had just prayed days before for Jesus to help me n heal me n help with my pain n addiction I died that night from the overdose Jesus saved my life but I live in fear from e everything that's happened to me n the list goes on
    so I have religious pstd n pstd and a great deal of pain too n no one understands how horrible it is to deal with it sober n high after my overdose n I was clean off dope during my overdose you tube people freaked me out n added confusion making it worse n they were whay I thought was Christian ask Jesus if u don't believe me he will tell u I'm not lying why would I wanna lid about it because that's not cool thing to lie about.

  • LEO LABRADOR April 15, 2018 at 7:47 pm

    very helpful video to those who are handling clients with ptsd or symptoms of trauma….can i have a link so i can download this video…many thanks

  • babyboylovesmusic April 15, 2018 at 7:47 pm

    I suffer with this and sometimes so irritable I do not want to talk to people, skip class, call in work and cannot focus. I sleep about 2-3 hours a night, IBS, and sometimes just cry. It is living in hell.

  • Free Wolf April 15, 2018 at 7:47 pm


  • Gift From Within- PTSD Resources April 15, 2018 at 7:47 pm

    Thank you for this video and resources.

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