Catch-22
Bluelighter
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- Mar 16, 2001
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Tomorrow will be my new Day One. I made it to Six. Then I caved.
I wouldn't have, except that a friend mentioned to me that she "wanted".
Later she apologized for saying anything, because she knew how hard I was trying. I told her that she wasn't responsible for me, and that I couldn't exactly ask everyone I know to refrain from doing just because I wanted to stop. Yes it would be easier if they all stopped with me. But that's just not how it is. And it wouldn't be fair of me to demand that of them. I live my life; they live theirs. It is MY responsibility; not theirs.
And I am still trying. I am doing the best that I can.
Lately, I have been humbled. I have under-estimated a powerful force and it has done me no favors. I am learning to respect that force; fear it; hate it.
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I spent today with mixed emotions. Initially, I was so ashamed of myself. I was so strong...and now I'm back to square one.
On the other hand, I had an incredibly powerful conversation with a good friend of mine last night, a conversation that probably would not have been had unless we were using.
So many times, we see drug use in complete black-and-white terms, and it just is not so. We see it as all-good; we are invincible; we have enough willpower to fight addiction; we use for recreational and spiritual purposes; we have nothing to justify and no regrets. Or we see it as all-bad; we condemn the drug for our personal failings; we blame it for destroying lives with so much potential; we fear it while ridding ourselves of personal responsibility.
Neither is correct. A drug is neither good nor bad in and of itself. And use of a drug is neither good nor bad in and of itself. For every high, we must experience a low. If we condemn it based on the low, we miss out on the high. And what exactly is a "high"? Is it just a rush of dopamine to the brain, inducing an artificial sense of well-being that provides only momentary pleasure on a superficial level? Sometimes...perhaps. But have we not all experienced so much more? Have we not reached new heights of awareness, gained new insights, and bonded on a deeper level with our fellow human beings?
That is what I experienced last night. Yes, I gave in. But I had a conversation with a friend that stretched well into the wee hours of the morning, in which we bared our hearts and souls, shared our deepest secrets, and reached a semblance of peace. She told me about her abusive father and how she tortures herself daily because she cannot save her dear mother from him. I listened and then I read her my poetry. She cried and I hugged her.
Sometimes it IS only superficial. But sometimes, you connect with another human soul in a way that is only possible with chemical assistance. If we are being truly honest with ourselves, we will have to admit that we can neither love nor hate our drugs. We can only ever have eternally Mixed Feelings.
Because you can live your entire life without ever truly feeling deep emotion. You can live without ever baring your soul to another individual. You can live without reaching an entirely new level of spiritual awareness. You can live without ever truly knowing yourself...or anyone else.
You can live without ever experiencing drug-induced paranoia, anxiety, depression, withdrawal. You can wake up every day at 7 a.m. and drink your coffee and read your newspaper and spend your day doing Very-Productive-Things. And you may succeed. But isn't there MORE to life? Are there not deeper emotions to be experienced; higher highs and lower lows; ecstatic pleasures and bittersweet agonies? What is life without true depth of feeling?
Can you ever truly live if you never experience death?
Can you ever truly appreciate happiness without depression?
Can you ever truly understand hope without despair?
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Do I have regret? No.
Do I experience a discontinuity between the goals I set for myself and the behaviors in which I engage? Yes.
Do I kick myself? Daily.
But I understand. No reward is free, and every revelation has its price. The cost is steep, and because of that, many condemn it without ever indulging. Others experience, and then balk in feigned astonishment when they receive their psychological bill. "I didn't sign up for this!" they say. "I didn't know what I was getting myself into!" they cry. "I am a victim!" they whine. Very few actually open their eyes and say, "I accept this cost, and I will pay my bill. I am receiving something precious in exchange and nothing in life comes for free."
********************
As for myself? I remain in the gray area of Mixed Feelings. But my eyes are wide open. I register no complaints and I accept all costs.
What will happen to me?
That remains to be seen. But one thing I can tell you for sure...
It is entirely up to me.
And I will continue to pay my monthly bill.
I wouldn't have, except that a friend mentioned to me that she "wanted".
Later she apologized for saying anything, because she knew how hard I was trying. I told her that she wasn't responsible for me, and that I couldn't exactly ask everyone I know to refrain from doing just because I wanted to stop. Yes it would be easier if they all stopped with me. But that's just not how it is. And it wouldn't be fair of me to demand that of them. I live my life; they live theirs. It is MY responsibility; not theirs.
And I am still trying. I am doing the best that I can.
Lately, I have been humbled. I have under-estimated a powerful force and it has done me no favors. I am learning to respect that force; fear it; hate it.
********************
I spent today with mixed emotions. Initially, I was so ashamed of myself. I was so strong...and now I'm back to square one.
On the other hand, I had an incredibly powerful conversation with a good friend of mine last night, a conversation that probably would not have been had unless we were using.
So many times, we see drug use in complete black-and-white terms, and it just is not so. We see it as all-good; we are invincible; we have enough willpower to fight addiction; we use for recreational and spiritual purposes; we have nothing to justify and no regrets. Or we see it as all-bad; we condemn the drug for our personal failings; we blame it for destroying lives with so much potential; we fear it while ridding ourselves of personal responsibility.
Neither is correct. A drug is neither good nor bad in and of itself. And use of a drug is neither good nor bad in and of itself. For every high, we must experience a low. If we condemn it based on the low, we miss out on the high. And what exactly is a "high"? Is it just a rush of dopamine to the brain, inducing an artificial sense of well-being that provides only momentary pleasure on a superficial level? Sometimes...perhaps. But have we not all experienced so much more? Have we not reached new heights of awareness, gained new insights, and bonded on a deeper level with our fellow human beings?
That is what I experienced last night. Yes, I gave in. But I had a conversation with a friend that stretched well into the wee hours of the morning, in which we bared our hearts and souls, shared our deepest secrets, and reached a semblance of peace. She told me about her abusive father and how she tortures herself daily because she cannot save her dear mother from him. I listened and then I read her my poetry. She cried and I hugged her.
Sometimes it IS only superficial. But sometimes, you connect with another human soul in a way that is only possible with chemical assistance. If we are being truly honest with ourselves, we will have to admit that we can neither love nor hate our drugs. We can only ever have eternally Mixed Feelings.
Because you can live your entire life without ever truly feeling deep emotion. You can live without ever baring your soul to another individual. You can live without reaching an entirely new level of spiritual awareness. You can live without ever truly knowing yourself...or anyone else.
You can live without ever experiencing drug-induced paranoia, anxiety, depression, withdrawal. You can wake up every day at 7 a.m. and drink your coffee and read your newspaper and spend your day doing Very-Productive-Things. And you may succeed. But isn't there MORE to life? Are there not deeper emotions to be experienced; higher highs and lower lows; ecstatic pleasures and bittersweet agonies? What is life without true depth of feeling?
Can you ever truly live if you never experience death?
Can you ever truly appreciate happiness without depression?
Can you ever truly understand hope without despair?
********************
Do I have regret? No.
Do I experience a discontinuity between the goals I set for myself and the behaviors in which I engage? Yes.
Do I kick myself? Daily.
But I understand. No reward is free, and every revelation has its price. The cost is steep, and because of that, many condemn it without ever indulging. Others experience, and then balk in feigned astonishment when they receive their psychological bill. "I didn't sign up for this!" they say. "I didn't know what I was getting myself into!" they cry. "I am a victim!" they whine. Very few actually open their eyes and say, "I accept this cost, and I will pay my bill. I am receiving something precious in exchange and nothing in life comes for free."
********************
As for myself? I remain in the gray area of Mixed Feelings. But my eyes are wide open. I register no complaints and I accept all costs.
What will happen to me?
That remains to be seen. But one thing I can tell you for sure...
It is entirely up to me.
And I will continue to pay my monthly bill.