KillingPain267
Enlightened
- Apr 15, 2024
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I know I was. I remember as a child getting N2O at the dentist's (before they removed it) and how I loved and enjoyed the feeling and even requested more hits of this gas. I remember that I was amazed how a substance can make the world seem a little more bearable.
A few years later I remember enjoying the feeling of artificially drifting off from anesthesia before a surgery I had.
Nobody taught me to love mind-altering substances. It wasn't first until my life situation crashed hard that I started liking and experimenting with substances. As a teenager, my peers drank weekly only at parties, but I started drinking in my room alone.
But then I had a decade where I was a teetotaler for religious reasons, but being sober was bearable for a while, when I was seeking a spouse and when I got married.
So while I was married and life seemed to only move forward, my predetermined addictive personality was just suppressed like an air-filled beach ball kept under water in the pool. As soon as the hand lets go, the ball jumps above the surface with great force, and as soon as my spouse left me my addictive personality reared its disgusting ugly head.
But I can't blame it on life circumstances; I can't blame my ex, nor can I blame upbringing or anything else: Because I already had it in me from the very start.
Disclaimer: I'm not saying all addicts are born that way (I'm just saying I am), nor am I saying all addicts, or even myself, are hopelessly stuck in addictive tendencies for life.
A few years later I remember enjoying the feeling of artificially drifting off from anesthesia before a surgery I had.
Nobody taught me to love mind-altering substances. It wasn't first until my life situation crashed hard that I started liking and experimenting with substances. As a teenager, my peers drank weekly only at parties, but I started drinking in my room alone.
But then I had a decade where I was a teetotaler for religious reasons, but being sober was bearable for a while, when I was seeking a spouse and when I got married.
So while I was married and life seemed to only move forward, my predetermined addictive personality was just suppressed like an air-filled beach ball kept under water in the pool. As soon as the hand lets go, the ball jumps above the surface with great force, and as soon as my spouse left me my addictive personality reared its disgusting ugly head.
But I can't blame it on life circumstances; I can't blame my ex, nor can I blame upbringing or anything else: Because I already had it in me from the very start.
Disclaimer: I'm not saying all addicts are born that way (I'm just saying I am), nor am I saying all addicts, or even myself, are hopelessly stuck in addictive tendencies for life.