Originally Posted by Cadence57
That is exactly it. It's a contradiction when you see someone who is so incredibly intelligent, well read, and creative... who absolutely can not see that his life spiraling out of control.
To those of us who haven't walked in those shoes, it makes no sense whatsoever.
Addiction doesn't discriminate.
I can quote you Tolstoy or Descartes, write an arrangement for guitar and mandolin. Walk a beach at sunset and be inspired to write a poem.
I can also get to a place where
all that will matter is where my next drink or hit is going to come from, and whether or not you're going to get in my way.
I started to recover when I stopped trying to make sense of it all I think.
Don't even try to imagine what it's like to walk in those shoes.
There's no patent answer.