Hi my name is Tal, and I am an addict. I am an addict with 3 years’ worth of “clean time” which is a word that in this context means time without drugs. I may have 3 years behind me but I am still an addict, I still have the disease of addiction and I still struggle. I wanted to write a blog post containing what my life as someone with multiple disabilities and chronic pain is like in the context of my addiction recovery because life on life’s terms turns out to be a difficult thing too accept at times.
5am– I wake up, say my serenity prayer and whisper “just for today”. I go and make coffee and sit down scrolling on social media, catching up on the nights events. It occurs to me on this Monday morning that too many people spend their Saturday night (which they are just posting about) getting completely wasted and posting all over the internet saying how much they love everyone and if that’s what they put on facebook I wonder what they text and ring people to say… Is it always confessions of love and laughter or is there sometimes a darkness to these messages? Does a drunk mind really tell the world what their sober heart says or is a inebriated brain just talk a lot of nonsense? Either way, Im glad to be sober.
7am– its time for breakfast which normally comes with more coffee… Is coffee/caffeine my new drug of choice? Surely not. Then I facetime my mum and sister to say good morning. I feel comfort while I am talking to people as since I moved out of the family home, I have missed having someone around me for most of the day. I also take my meds.
8.45am– I start getting ready for the virtual morning meeting where I work (lock-down has made the meeting more challenging but we have worked it out and it runs smoother than when it first started) and then the first half of the ninth hour of the day is taken up with this meeting. I have the next four hours taken up with work. My job is something that I truly enjoy. I have so much happiness when I feel like I am giving back to a system that has helped me thrived in so many ways… I like to think Im good at my job too, if you don’t mind me saying so.
1pm– Its lunchtime and Im not sure what to make. I settle for some sort of risotto that has been cooked weeks ago and has been frozen in the freezer for that time. I very much have the addict mentality of wanting the thing now and not being very good at waiting for it, so I defrost and cook the risotto, check the temperature with my cooking thermometer to make sure it is hot enough to be safe to eat and then I sit down and enjoy. After I have eaten I take more medication.
3pm– I have a visit from one of my mums. We talk for a few hours and then she leaves to go home. I instantly miss her and have to find a distraction from the lonely feeling in my chest. I again, scroll on social media and write. I do a lot of writing. I find that it fulfils my need to express myself and how I feel. I post this writing onto my blog and facebook page and wait for responses. I often feel like crap if I don’t get responses. I feel like I have failed, which of course is nonsense but my mind instantly goes to a self-critical head space. Many addicts find they quickly go to self-critical places after a “failure”, even if it is only a minor error.
5pm– Seeing as it’s a Monday, I ought to fill my meds box back up, which makes me have the same realisation every singly Sunday. How the hell can I call myself “drug free” when I am on over 20 pills a day. Pain killers such as opiates included. Nerve blockers, anti-inflammatory pills and muscle relaxers all make up my daily meds. I have a stable relationship with my medication and 100% don’t abuse them, but being on so many due to my chronic illnesses and pain….its challenging. I rarely take any notice when I am taking each dose but looking at an entire weeks’ worth of pills and pain patches, it dawns on me that the number of tablets I am on is not terribly normal for a 22-year-old. But, alas, it keeps me able to move around and be as well as I can be.
6pm– Dinner time, I simply have beans on toast to start to use the loaf of bread I bought so it doesn’t go out of date. Also, again, it is a quick meal and one that I can cook in one pan, therefore less washing up which saves my fingers from dislocating, which they do often.
7pm– I watch Tv for two hours to pass the time. Maybe I write another post. Maybe I ring a friend. Maybe I just 100% throw myself into episode after episode of the sitcom I’m current watching. I think I keep myself so busy to stop my mind going down deep tunnels as it can be hard to climb out of them once I have reached the bottom. I don’t want to think about using. I don’t want to think about anything that was encouraging my using. I just want to be 100% distracted from the devil in my brain.
9pm– It is meds time and then time to ring my mum and sister again to say goodnight. I feel tired and kinda guilty that I didn’t go to a meeting tonight. I make a promise to myself to go to the one tomorrow night. I chat to my mum and sister about the day. We talk about all the things that went well that day and what we are grateful for. Its something that Im not terribly keen on doing but I find it helpful. We discuss our three best moments/things of the day and what we are looking forward to tomorrow. We then wish each other goodnight and sweet dreams before we all, in our own homes, go and get into bed and settle for the night by 10pm.
When I write it down it is clear that the ways in which my addiction effect my day, in relation to my chronic illness in particular, are often significant. I do not allow my brain to go on tangents too often because I know its not productive and I would much rathe be kept busy but I find myself thinking about how my recovery has impacted on the way my day goes. In good ways and bad ways. In the challenging and the comforting.
Either way, its impact if far less than it was three (plus) years ago and for that I am truly grateful.
Tal x