What Does “The Disease of Addiction” Mean to Me?

When I was 19 I worked out that every time I tried to stop drinking I would smoke more weed and vice versa. I knew that I had to stop both, but I didn’t know how. I looked up the white pages and found a helpline. I ended up in a private rehab and it …

Is this a nightmare? Is this a dream?

About a year ago.. Is this a nightmare? I wake up in the parents accommodation at Ronald McDonald House opposite the Queensland Children’s Hospital. I look at my phone. Damn it’s 4am, too late to vape. I have to be up at 5.30 because Tommy wakes up just before 6 and I like to be …

Released Anger and Accepted Love as the Solution

“Oh, it was marvellous. Weed is so good after a break for 2 weeks. Guess what?” “What?” “I’m going to Thailand in 2 days.” “Then I’ll be right behind you brother. I’ll be there in 5” It was too busy this time of yeah to give Timmy a whole week off so I only said …

Failed Sober October – Sex and Drugs it is.

It’s the 17th of October. I fly to Thailand in 2 days for a holiday. I have done all my work, said goodbye to my kids, and have no responsibilities until then. I haven’t had 2 days without business or kids responsibilities for months. I can do whatever I want today. What do I want …

Sober October Week 2. Hi I’m Nick and I’m an addict.

I go to the men’s NA meeting for the 2nd week and get asked to share: Hi, I’m Nick and I’m an addict. Wow, I haven’t said those words for a while. It feels good. I came here last week and was able to get a glimpse of the love I used to feel from …

Sober October. Remembering the Love that Once Healed Me.

I awake and look at the dim morning light coming through the blinds. I reach over to my chest of draws and pick up my phone, 5:01 - time to get up. I sit up on the edge of my bed. I had a decent sleep. I expect tonight’s sleep will not be so good, …

CPTSD – Complex post-traumatic stress disorder

I’m moving warehouse. I hate it. I’m meant to hate it, moving is hard. It will be better when things are done, but it’s hard to imagine. Time will pass I reassure myself. In a couple of months this will all be a distant memory. I wake up and have to work. I am paying …