Living the cold miserable life standing under a cold overcast morning. The sun brightens the shore but no heat for the start of the day. Drunk and depressed and wet from the rain as the cold wind blows spraying the mist of the stormy sea. Living in a hollow place like under a bridge or in a damp cave crying for the comforts of home because we decided the addictions life had better ones to offer. Our addictions use did provide us a home a dark corner to hide your grief behind boxes made of cardboard not the royal palace of a cave with bugs and bats for roommates and friends. Standing on the shore in the misty morning rain with an addiction, tears, and grief and no end in sight. Addictions have destroyed our thinking and we can’t tell ourselves where home is and no matter where we travel to the comforts of home will not be waiting for us to arrive. Here I stay in this cold miserable life where the use of addictions always feels like the cold ocean mist and standing on the shore is your home forever. The sober life was offered to you but chose the party with an unlimited supply of doses to mix up your brain and force yourself to live in boxes and the cold rain and the wet sand for a bed and the cold ocean wind as a reminder that the life of addictions was no fun after all. In times like these we think of ending our life but it makes better sense to end the addictions use instead. The sun will rise above us and a better life will be there waiting for you. All the good things life can offer us in a package deal called sobriety. Go home and enjoy the coffee.
The addictions life: Looking for a place to die.
see ya’next time
