Addict Behavior

My personal experience with spirituality and discovering purpose as a recovering addict


My name is Josh. I am writing this today, the day after celebrating 6 months of sobriety, in hopes of being able to relate to someone in active addiction and share some thoughts I think a lot of us identify with.

I don't generally like to share this information about myself, but in the year 2018 I was enrolled at an Ivy League University and homeless. I had an idea of "success" so ingrained in my head I was more or less willing to die for it. I thought if I could finish my Master's Degree in Cognitive Science I would be able to prove to myself, the world, and my family I could "beat" this thing. Man was I wrong. So wrong. I justified the idea that I was doing ok because I wasn't doing my drug of choice, but I was doing every other drug. I was also hell-bent on telling people I was "sober" and very combative when someone would call me out on the fact I was blatantly obviously using. I guess what I'm trying to say here is I was delusional to how indoctrinated I was into this belief I was ok, and if you didn't believe me, I couldn't handle it. I couldn't handle the truth about how absolutely mad I was, and the truth often upset me. I have been to 5 rehabs, 3 psych wards, and 7 hospitals for detox and other drug induced medical isses. I would tell my employers and my professors I had a disability because it was so obvious something was wrong with me and I couldn't bear telling them the truth.

Enough of my "story," though, that's not why I have decided to write this. I decided to write this because the memory of what it was like to be still using and suddenly checkmated, in a roundabout way, into treatment is still so fresh in my mind. That is the subject I want to try and relate to someone through.

I had serious problems with treatment programs - this archetypal blanket approach where counselors say the same thing to everyone, working for me?! No way - I'm an artist, I'm special, I'm unique, I'm interesting, etc.. yet my legs were swollen from speedball induced vascular malfunction and I could barely walk. Yet my body is covered in wounds that will leave permanent scars.. and I still can't shake the belief that I'm "better" than this. Then the detox began to sink in, jarring me to the core. I could barely move for 2 weeks, and didn't sleep for more than 30 minutes at a time for about a month. At night time I would lay down in my bed and cry. I would think about my Mom and Sister. I would even think about my Dad who harassed me for being a junkie for years. Everything would make me cry. My body felt like it was decomposing from the inside out. After about 2 weeks of this I finally gave up, I reached the end of the road. I ran out of time. Who I thought I was disintegrated and I gave up. At that moment I considered myself to have two options - death or surrender. I was hallucinating, crying, and disasocciating, completely out of my mind. The two words "help me" popped into my mind and I had a vision of myself in third person as a lifeless marionette doll, the ones attached to the strings, lifeless on the floor. The strings were cut, I was no longer puppeteering myself for the first time in my life. I later went on to tell someone I would rather die than ever live a non-authentic life and be true to myself. That road paved with lies is no longer an option. I told my counselor I don't have it in me to be the actor anymore. I couldn't lie to myself anymore. Truth was the only way out.

I hated the concept of "God" - and quite frankly I still don't necessarily like it, because I think it is erroneous to put a label on an ineffable thing, causing people to latch onto an idea and corrupt it. Then I heard someone say to me you don't have to believe in "God" to pray - prayer is nothing more than an act of humility. How could I argue with a secular, universal concept such as humility, or honesty? Those ideas belong to no one, not even to A.A.. I began to consider this as an option. For months my only thoughts while "praying" were something along the lines of "please help" - I kept it simple. Then after awhile, and having been exposed to a considerable amount of truth about myself, I began "praying" for others. Still to this day I refuse to ever pray for anything selfish. That defeats the purpose of it. That is a prayer from the Ego and not the soul. I began to remember that I had a soul, an essence, and I was an individual. Strange - I begin remembering I am an individual while being pressured into conforming to an archetypal treatment approach? Bizarre. I love anything interesting though, and I was being taken for a psychological ride. Really, it can be boiled down to this. I started soul searching. I broke through the shallow threshold of ideas and I was no longer parroting concepts I heard to make others happy. I began to grasp the depth and weight behind some of the things I was being exposed to. They were powerful. They belonged to nobody.

Fast forward a month - my hair has begun falling out from severe withdrawal induced anxiety. I don't look like "myself" anymore. I have no idea who or what I am, my mind tells me I am not human, I do not deserve love, and that the world would be better off without me. I consider the alternative constantly - the escape button. You know what I'm talking about. I am so insecure I can't look another human in the eyes. All I do is stare down. Yet for some reason, I am not depressed. Something deep inside of me was aware that there was something going on inside of me, and if I rode it out there's no telling what could happen. So I just started letting things happen. I took my hands off the world and simply let it be. I started to realize how weird this world is, and how interesting it is, despite how mundane it so often is. Things began seeming and feeling enchanted. Perhaps this was the pink cloud we so often hear about, perhaps it wasn't, because I still feel the same way despite numerous obstacles and challenges. During this time I met a man by "chance" - I say chance in quotation marks because I don't believe in coincidence, but I also don't believe in "God shots." What I do believe in, however, is synchronicities. I define a synchronicity as a meaningful coincidence. This way it doesn't matter if it was a coincidence or a God shot, it doesn't matter what it is. It simply matters that I perceived something as meaningful. The ability to perceive meaning is partial evidence of the psychic change I have experienced we so often hear about. It is a symptom of purpose. The kind of purpose that is built into our DNA and that life is bleak and miserable without.

The thing about purpose I believe is that we can't find out without exposure to the truth. And if we do find it before that, it's the wrong purpose. The kind of purpose that will strip you of who you are and leave you wanting to die. The kind of purpose that drives you mad and doesn't want you to find a way out. This is what recovery is about, for me at least. Discovering who I actually am and finding a way to live a life that supports that. It's about being authentic, original, and sincere. And more importantly it's about showing others, especially those still in the grips of active addiction, you don't have to live a cookie cutter life to be sober. Quite frankly it's punk rock, if you ask me, but I know that sounds cheezy.

What are these obscure, alien feelings, I often wonder. A new dimension has been added to my existence. The world went from 2 a dimensional cartoon to a movie you watch with 3D glasses because I participated. I engaged. Something was happening, and something still is.

The Reason Why Drug Addicts Lie

We were always told as kids "don't lie." But we were never told why. Was it for control? Was it to have the upper hand on the actions before they were made, in an attempt to stop our will? Or was the meaning deeper than we could ever imagine?

After multiple run-in's with truth and falsehood, I have come to many conclusions about the truth and it's importance to life and spirit.

Lying is much easier to do, it doesn't take much energy from the brain especially if you are a naturally creative person. It's second nature to imagine possibilities and to dream up fantastical idealistic realities. But at what cost?

I was always told as a kid, you need to be more of a realist, and I resented that. Why buy into the world's views if they have caused me so much strife? With this I digress...

Lying affects our self-esteem and many other things

Telling a lie directly affects your self-esteem because the truth of your actions diminishes, and you become incongruent to your truth. The actual strength / power of your being starts to lower all the way down the scale of energy into guilt and shame. What I have also noticed is that: if you are in a collaborative or loving "frame," you will lose that "state." This is because you have been dishonest not only with the other person, but yourself as well, which brings me to the next point.

Our parents never told us that if we lie, we will suffer the most consequences out of anyone. Not actually understanding the depth and weight of this statement can be catastrophic. Lies can lead you to a point where you are in direct opposition to what is real and after a time you will not be able to tell the true from the false in your own mind.

Another detrimental side to lying that is more passive, is omitting the truth. Sometimes it's just easier to not say anything and brush it under the rug, or suppress it and hope everything goes away. But as this process unfolds; of holding onto information you kniw is deceptive, and omitting the truth. You will start to retreat further into the mind and isolation. You will also have feelings of competition with others, and will start to try to manage the perceptions of others. As you suppress the truth it will domino affect to others parts of your being and you will start to withhold other information. It may manifest as being skiddish, paranoid, frightened, or timid. The competitiveness at this point is because you are making sure no-one finds out, and what the other person physically and externally represents is the conscience.

So character shortcomings ensue. Resentment may form against oneself or others. Fear of being found out, fear of hurting others, fear of confrontation, fear of anger, fear of abandonment, fear of truth, fear of not being good enough, not being perfect, responsibility not being liked, fear of rejection, and fear of violence, are the main manifestations of lies and omitting the truth.

Benefits of Being Honest

So the benefits of telling the truth are freedom, energy, love, a connection with "God," (which is demonstrated as a clear connection with your truth in any given paradigm), an ability to help others, creativity, peace, joy, enlightenment, bliss, and clarity. You will be able to also develop an acute awareness to other truth/falsehood almost in a clairvoyant or intuitive manner. Which could also manifest as big-picture thinking (seeing patterns), or seeing outcomes before they happen.

The old saying "don't lie" is very vague. It is said with good intent by those that say it and believe it. However, as a person with substance use disorder I find myself questioning everything and not believing everything as doctrine. It is good to question people but when it comes to spiritual truths or universal truth, it seems to always win.