why i don’t try too hard to remain an anonymous addict

Sometimes people say things and it goes right over my head in the moment but comes back later.  A while back a friend commented on being surprised I am out of the closet, so to speak.  I don’t hide that I am an addict and this blog isn’t at all anonymous.  I even link to it off my Facebook from time to time.

Shame.  Shame is why I refuse to pretend to be other than what I am.  I’ve been shamed as a domestic violence survivor.  I’ve been shamed as a young single mother.  I’ve been shamed for my failed marriages.  I’ve been shamed for being a woman who has had sex.  I’ve been shamed for working a “man’s job.”  I’ve been shamed for simply daring to walk down the street without a man.  And yes, I’ve been shamed for being powerless over drugs and alcohol.

None of these things makes me any less a human being, fully capable of love and caring.  I refuse to be dehumanized through shame.  Sometimes shit happens.  I won’t be shamed or shushed for having been a victim in the wrong place at the wrong time.  And sometimes I’ve made mistakes and done some pretty rotten shit.  And I won’t be shamed for taking responsibility and trying to right those wrongs.  Everyone makes mistakes and does rotten shit.  Pretending I have it all together and lead a pretty, perfect life and have never screwed up is shameful.  Being real and honest and willing to learn a new way to live is not.

That’s the selfish reason.  I’m taking my little bit of power over me back from anyone who would try to use it to hurt or manipulate me.

Then there’s the unselfish reason.  If I can do even a little bit to destigmatize these conditions for others I will call myself a success story.  I am not the only woman to get up the courage to leave a bad situation and find herself alone and embarrassed and the object of scorn.  I am not the only woman raising kids without a partner and with little help or support.  I am not the first woman to help a husband pack his bags just to make the insanity stop.  I am not the only woman to want to work a job that pays the bills or walk down the sidewalk without being taunted.  And I am most certainly not the only person to be powerless over drugs.

Addiction does not discriminate.  It has no barriers nor boundaries.  I know more than one person with genius level IQ who struggles with it.  I’ve had several relationships and friendships with other addicts as well.  They aren’t bad people.  We aren’t bad people.  We might be capable of some nasty hurtful actions, especially when we are using.  But we are also capable of selflessness and deep caring.  We are real people who have real feelings.  And when we get clean, or want to get clean, shame is often a huge barrier.  There is no shame here.  Not from me.

I know, all too well, how frightening the world can be.  I manage to come across as courageous and dedicated to my recovery.  That isn’t me.  That’s God.  I rely on Her for every scrap of strength and courage and motivation in my life.  Letting go of my own attempts to control life was a challenge for me.  It took a leap of faith.  I can’t prove God.  But I do know that He hasn’t let me down yet.  And the world isn’t quite so scary.  And when it is a dark frightening place and cowardly me wants to crawl into a hole and give up I let Her be my strength and courage.  And it works.

Shame is an evil trick by the powerful to keep the powerless down.  I might be powerless but I don’t stay down.  And when I can I like to give a hand to anyone else who’s been put down.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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4 Responses to why i don’t try too hard to remain an anonymous addict

  1. ERIC EASE says:

    Amen. I am right there with you. I will not let shame keep me locked in a prison. My addiction did that to me long enough. Thank you for posting this. I also post my journey on my blog, shatre it on Facebook, Google+ Twitter everywhere else I can. I am not and will not let shame keep me down.

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  2. ERIC EASE says:

    You’re welcome. Yes I enjoyed reading this post and look forward to reading others.

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  3. CG says:

    Oh this is perfect! This is some of my struggle this last week, the shame of being “out”.
    I am not scared of hiding any other aspect of my life, why should my addiction be any different? Thanks for sharing 🙂

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