Addiction is like a Skunk

Addiction is like a Skunk… it looks really soft, fun and friendly… until it turns on you and sprays you. Once you get that smell on you, no one wants to be around you.  After a while you can’t smell it and wonder why no one wants you around.  It’s because you stink of addiction, you make everyone one who gets near run the other way and you refuse to listen and take bath in tomato juice.  Now you are the angry skunk that bites the hand that feeds you. 

I saw this post on Facebook recently and there is some truth to it.... 

It made me stop and think… I work with enough addicts to see what could be behind a post like this; such as fear and hopelessness and maybe even trying justification their behavior for not trying to do something about.  When you are offered opportunity after opportunity and all you do is find a reason why the timing is bad or it’s not the right solution for you... etc etc etc...  There comes a time when you need to choose to stop using your addiction as a crutch and do something for yourself.   Look at those around you and ask how they did it... Do what they did until you find a better way and continue to do.

Sometimes we get so caught up in our addition and labels we become handicapped by them, paralyzed by them.  We start to believe our own lies, our own thinking and can’t understand why we are the only one who gets it. You believe you are the only one who understands what you are going through.  Have you ever stopped to think maybe it’s me, maybe I am the one who doesn’t get it?  The problem with addiction is sometimes you can’t see through your own cloud.  You are stuck in your addiction and you can’t see beyond your own thoughts, your own perceived reality, you can’t hear what others are saying.  All you hear is I am broken, damaged, hopeless, worthless, a burden.  I am not worthy, I don’t matter.

Being damaged inside, in some ways, is more difficult than on the outside because no one can see the damage. When we are damaged inside we wear a mask to hide the pain.   When someone loses a leg it’s kind of obvious.  So which is harder to recovery from, internal damage or external damage?  Well, it depends on you and how willing you are to do something about it.

 

When we look at how the brain works it becomes very clear why this happens.  When we hear something long enough, feel something long enough, we begin to believe it, and hold on to it with both hands.  We become it, it has dug deep ruts in our brain.  As Earl Nightingale said "The only difference between a rut and a grave is one has the ends kicked out."   The same applies to some mental illness, they can consume us.  It's like the black dog of depression, when he gets a hold of us we can’t shake him.  Everywhere we go he follows us, waiting, for a sign of weakness, so he can devour us. 

So where and how do you get started with changing your thinking?  Change starts one step at a time, one new thought at a time, trying something different.  Think about how someone who has lost a leg, or both legs learn to walk again.  Can you image getting out of bed and realizing you can’t walk, when you try to stand up you fall flat on your face because you forgot you don’t have legs?  They have to change their thinking and not just jump out of bed like they have for the last thirty years. Now imagine how easily the addition could catch who lost their legs, they have the perfect excuse, they can’t even walk… or can they? 

Next time you think you will never be anything but an addict, think of the person who lost both legs in an accident and chose to walk again instead of laying down and accepting their fate.  The fate of never walking again, letting that black dog of depression catch them.  For them the skunk of addiction could look like an easy solution.  

Why do some choose to walk when others choose to fall? 

They choose because they know anything is possible, they hold on with every fiber of their being to

Hope, Meaning and Purpose so they can run again.