Drugs

Time for Drugs.

Time to talk Medicine.

Shame. Most of my life I felt shame, I couldn’t get out of bed without something. Some medication. It’s still true.

Almost 3 decades of trying. Two of which I shamed myself, thought myself weak, less of a man, because I couldn’t go about a day, an average everyday American Day, without something.

Straight edge! All natural! The latest diet! Yoga! In a toga! Meditation. Found religion? … Have some faith, it moves mountains you know.

How come it couldn’t move my rear out of bed?

I read so much: new age, old age, manifest your secrets age, philosophy, psychiatry, hypnosis, sat like Buddha, went the way with Lao-Tse. Not for curiosity’s sake, for survival.

There had to be a way to do this, to be drug free and be me.

Addiction is a disease. I’ve seen it in close friends.

So are ADHD, Depression, Diabetes, Lupus, PTSD, Hypo and Hyperthyroidism. I’ve seen those in close friends.

Different treatments for different ales.

For years I physically didn’t get far without opiates. I hated them and the risk of addiction. The question one of my many great Doctors had me come up with an answer for was, “What’s the difference between dependency and addiction?”

I don’t consider life a game, but the saying makes for an easy explanation.