Recovery and Addiction Mini-Essay Two:

"All the Cool Kids are Doing it!"

These seven little words by themselves, alone, they mean less than nothing in the scheme of how the universe works. But, together these seven little words can be the harbinger of any number of horrible situations for whoever they are directed toward. When one thinks of these words often the image is of teenagers smoking pilfered cigarettes in the school restroom during skipped classes....

Here's my first mini-essay on addiction and recovery:

"Self-Medicating"

Ever since I was very young there's almost always been, in my life, a form of self-medicating. Whether it came in the form of a flintstone vitamin doled out with excitement once a day or a piece of chocolate with the promise that whatever hurts today wouldn't tomorrow. You see, I grew up believing that if something is wrong or aches, even mildly, emotionally, mentally or physically,...

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...I've been...going from a "any kind of painkiller I can get my hands on" to "friend-given Methadone as much as I can handle over the past few years" to more pain pills, etc, etc...not to mention fentynal patches I got here and there as well...all over a period of ten or so years...(not to mention the numerous times of trying to quite the "ole willpower"...

Yesterday, February 26th, was my Suboxone induction day. My care team; doctor, nurses, social worker, counselor, etc and I have all been working diligently over the past few months towards this day.

My Doctor, a very nice, extremely talkative Eastern Indian man whose lectures are prone towards the odd allegory and disjointed yet well-meaning rambling, spoke with me at length about what I can expect from the program and suggested I begin keeping a diary to document the transition...