how would you describe....
how would you describe....
Codependency. I don't mean the definition. But is it a sickness, an addiction, character flaw, etc?
I just saw this commercial on TV - saying Denial is a Drug. Interesting!!
Sumpter Winter Blog: "Denial is a Drug" Youtube Video
I just saw this commercial on TV - saying Denial is a Drug. Interesting!!
Sumpter Winter Blog: "Denial is a Drug" Youtube Video
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Denial is the drug ...
Codependency is the addiction ...
I have it written out as such … comparing using methamphetamine and loving an addict … It is one of my better pieces.
I was really out of my mind and at times it felt no different then when I was out of my mind on drugs … and I went down with him, knowing better. I opened some real bad doors for me and then blamed him knowing he wasn’t really the blame just a real good distraction cause hello he was the sick f*cked up one.
I hated having to always be responsible … it was like not being able to ever shut down … but no one put that on me but me.
And I hated the look on his face, cause high was so evident and it pissed me off to no end because I knew how to find that … Just give me a minute …
My mind never stopped, ever … I was so on with fear and worry that I would even dream in head trips well once I fell asleep, if I fell asleep. I ate, but couldn’t keep a pound on. I do though miss that codependent diet …. I looked worse than he did most days and was mentally and physically exhausted …
And in so many ways because my biggest fear was him dying … especially since everyone else already did … when he walked in each night it was like relief… like you just took a hit … and then I would be pissed cause he was high … and then he would go to bed and I would and wake and he was already off to work and all day fear because I knew he used cause he woke in vicious wd each morning … Repeat…. Repeat…
What madness….
Codependency is the addiction ...
I have it written out as such … comparing using methamphetamine and loving an addict … It is one of my better pieces.
I was really out of my mind and at times it felt no different then when I was out of my mind on drugs … and I went down with him, knowing better. I opened some real bad doors for me and then blamed him knowing he wasn’t really the blame just a real good distraction cause hello he was the sick f*cked up one.
I hated having to always be responsible … it was like not being able to ever shut down … but no one put that on me but me.
And I hated the look on his face, cause high was so evident and it pissed me off to no end because I knew how to find that … Just give me a minute …
My mind never stopped, ever … I was so on with fear and worry that I would even dream in head trips well once I fell asleep, if I fell asleep. I ate, but couldn’t keep a pound on. I do though miss that codependent diet …. I looked worse than he did most days and was mentally and physically exhausted …
And in so many ways because my biggest fear was him dying … especially since everyone else already did … when he walked in each night it was like relief… like you just took a hit … and then I would be pissed cause he was high … and then he would go to bed and I would and wake and he was already off to work and all day fear because I knew he used cause he woke in vicious wd each morning … Repeat…. Repeat…
What madness….
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