One thing I learned early on in recovery is to always look up the definition of a word. You’ll be surprised how the context of a paragraph can change when you stop skimming over words, thinking they are meaningless. Words have a very profound impact on our perception (realization) of our own understanding.
Treatment did not fix me, nor was I forced to go, and thank God for that. Before you get all sideways, let me explain. I truly wish being dipped into the treatment water would’ve cured all my problems, erased my past life, and put me on an equal playing field with the rest of the world.
As I stood next to my father’s hospital bed I calculated it had been four years since we had seen each other, and two years since we had spoken. Death is an interesting thing; in fact, it’s the only thing that is absolute in life, so good luck with those grudges you’re holding.
It was a weekday, maybe a Tuesday, and I was downtown with people who I thought were friends, but like me, they had punched their one-way ticket to Pain Station without reserve. ALL ABOARD!! It’s amazing how little your problem seems once you’ve surrounded yourself with “good company.”
I’m not sure what upset me most – the fact that I’m a diva and like expensive coffee, so what I spit out at the remark had to be at least $2.12, or how someone so close to me understands so little about addiction.