Randomnessinked has this weekly challenge. go check out Saumya’s posts for yourself. I bet you start the challenge too!
The prompt for this week is-
- Interpret the prompt the way you like and write a piece of prose or poetry, fiction or non- fiction, anything that suits you.
- There are no length restrictions.
- Create Pingbacks to weekly posts so that I can add your piece to the weekly round-ups. You can comment directly on the weekly post also.
- Tag your post letitbleed to make it easier for other bloggers to find it in the Reader.
- Read other participants’ work and let them know your views.
- Make sure that you post by Saturday so that I can add your piece in the weekly round-up.
As I am sure you all know by now that I was an addiction counselor….no, I didn’t help people get an addiction! I helped them learn new ways of thinking and being so that they could begin overcoming their addictions. I don’t take any credit for their recovery…I didn’t ‘cure” them or “save” them…I simply gave a helping hand and a lot of snark to them.
An addict doesn’t start out thinking “I am going to become addicted to this drug and screw up my life”…usually they are just out to “have fun” or “try to forget how sucky life is”…or they are just trying to fit in with whatever the crowd is doing. They can’t predict they will become addicted…not everyone does.
It still annoys me, quite frankly, that my siblings can drink until they are drunk and get up the next morning as if nothing ever happened and not want to get drunk again……I can’t do that. I do have one sib who is an addict…her drug is meth. I never did that…and no, I am not taking any pride in the fact that I haven’t. I did enough bad stuff just by drinking.
It didn’t take much for me to get sober and stay that way…it only took getting thrown out of college, getting a tattoo, submerging my brand new car into the Mississippi River, getting married to a total stranger, then having to divorce that total stranger and pay off that car that I lost…and figure out how to make a living since I had burned all my college bridges.
I am one of those to whom one drink is too many and a hundred are never enough. It took a while for me to learn the ways to stay sober…..and a bit longer for me to actually get my education so I could help others.