Natural High… The Addiction Blog
March 19, 2013
The problem with having an addictive, compulsive personality is that once you’ve weaned yourself off the drugs, booze, and cigarettes there’s an awfully big hole to fill. The mentality is difficult to explain if you don’t have it. A few weeks ago someone tweeted something about addiction not going anywhere just taking on a different form. That’s kind of it. I don’t know what it feels like for other people because I’ve never asked anyone or even admitted I had a problem till I stopped.
On the surface I’m the least likely candidate for addiction issues. I am, or at least I used to be, a classic over-achieving, people-pleasing, Girl Scout. At its heart my addictions came from a cluster of depressive illnesses that I had since childhood and weren’t dealt with until my 30s. I was a mess and always looking for a way of blacking out feelings I couldn’t cope with. I started at 13 when I discovered why they tell you not to drink with antihistamines. As a student there were days on end where I would alternate shots of Whisky with Night Nurse until I was comatose and when I woke up I’d just do it again.
I have been in some dark, places sometimes for months on end but I am lucky to have always had good, straight friends around me. They would occasionally stage interventions where they would discuss my drinking but weren’t really aware of what else I was doing because I always kept it secret. I had separate ‘bad’ friends who I would see less often. Some of them were heavy drug users and dealers but they never pressurised me into trying anything. More often it was the reverse I was treated as a novelty, a pet, and they were generally very protective of me keeping me away from the stuff they were using. Mine was a squalid trawl, more substance abuse than drug use, mostly Class B and at its lowest point solvents.
For me drug and alcohol use was never recreational or fun and it was never about the high. I was reaching for a place way past that where you feel nothing at all and the faster I got there the better. For an addictive person there is a moment where, despite your promises to yourself to straighten up, you give in. It’s a tiny switch in your head where you move from a desire not to go there again to the exhilaration when you let yourself fall. I think what I was actually addicted to was that moment of surrender.
If you asked me how I conquered these addictions it is a different story for each one and they all had their rock bottom moment. Aged 22 I accidentally took a cocktail of drugs and found myself alone and in trouble. This cured me both of habitual drug taking and my suicidal thoughts. The point where I thought I would die made me realise just how much I wanted to live.
Kicking the drink happened in stages. I resolved never to drink on my own when I moved into my first flat aged 25. In keeping with my other addictions I wasn’t a social drinker. I drank fast and to the point of blackout every time. It made me very careless with my personal safety and I realised there was going to be nobody to stop me anymore. Two years later I quit drinking to excess. The event preceding it was a night out with some work colleagues including a younger girl I was mentoring at the time. She was quite damaged in her own way and as I drank and lost control I saw her crumble. She needed me to be a better person. I left and decided to be that better person because I didn’t like who I was when I drank either.
So I have been pretty much clean and straight for the best part of eighteen years now. If you have addiction problems and you want my advice it would be to get some real help.
I was fortunate and I found a way through but I can’t tell you it was easy. If your outlook has been chemical or alcohol-fuelled then for a long time afterwards the real world is a pretty ugly, lacklustre place. It’s boring and everything in you yearns to make it pretty and exciting again with your drug of choice. The natural highs are a bit of a disappointment to begin with. I would recommend you persevere because you will get there. You are going to need something that will totally occupy your mind and without your addictions you are going to have a lot of time on your hands.
With some of these things an addictive, compulsive personality is a real asset. When I took up playing the electric guitar I practised obsessively and when I read that it takes 20,000 hours to be really good at something I printed off pages of grids marking half-hour practice session units which I would shade in with different coloured highlighter pens. When my hands eventually gave out I took up making machine-sewn patchwork quilts instead, losing all track of time and sewing into the early hours till I could no longer see properly.
Nearly 20 years on from my bad days there is still nothing that beats waking up with a clear head instead of a blank where the night before should be and having to piece together the shame of what you did through flashbacks and other people’s gleeful stories. Addiction for me is about emptiness and wanting but not knowing what it is that will fill you. Until you know what that is you really need choose to get addicted to something healthy. So go learn to play an instrument, take up photography, train for a marathon if you must. Choose your future. Choose life because eventually the real world will stop being boring and you will understand.







March 19, 2013 at 3:34 am
Thanks, Missy. This is life-affirming and helpful. To know that you’ve gone through all of this and found a way not to ignore the issue of addiction but deal with it in a positive way is wonderful to read.
March 19, 2013 at 3:41 am
Thanks Dom. I genuinely am clear of it. I think dealing with the root of the depression took away the need to block everything out so I am just obsessive compulsive now without the addictions!
March 19, 2013 at 3:37 am
Wonderful article and spot on. Addiction never goes away, it’s just how you focus it that matters. You can focus it on something that destroys you and those you love (and who love you) or on something that, at least, does no one any harm such as an “obsessive” hobby and maybe even something that does you good (running etc). Congratulations on finding some kind of peace.
March 19, 2013 at 3:57 am
Thank you Frank. I also finally dealt with what was at the root of the problem even though that took me decades to do that was a big help and I know when I’m vulnerable and not to get into situations where it’s possible to slide.
March 19, 2013 at 4:12 am
Identify so much with this.
March 19, 2013 at 4:15 am
Thank you. I hope you are OK
March 19, 2013 at 6:29 am
You’re an amazing person Ruth. This blog made me well up and I’m a bit speechless really. Because it is something I recognize x
March 19, 2013 at 6:38 am
Do you know I had wanted to write this blog for a long time and haven’t been able to because it’s something I am so ashamed of and genuinely haven’t talked to friends or family about. I just did it all in secret. I thought everyone would be pretty disgusted with what I had to say…and believe me this isn’t the half of it. I’m so glad I finally did write it because it seems a lot of people have gone through exactly the same thing xxx
March 19, 2013 at 6:46 am
You’re definately not alone. That’s for sure x
March 19, 2013 at 6:47 am
xxx
March 19, 2013 at 2:17 pm
Brilliant, and brave bit of writing.
March 19, 2013 at 7:18 pm
Thank you
March 20, 2013 at 5:26 am
Brilliant post, am about to read all of your blog now xxx
March 20, 2013 at 5:35 am
Thanks Jenny xx
March 23, 2013 at 3:24 am
Wow…This is incredibly open and I admire your forthright honesty and strength to write and post this. I hope this blog gets seen by a much wider audience…It certainly deserves to be. You have been through so much and you are truly an inspiration.
March 23, 2013 at 3:33 am
the courage was in the posting rather than the writing of it. I feel lucky to have been able to leave it all in the past xx
March 26, 2013 at 7:18 am
I too have wanted to write about my own dark times but have hesitated. Don’t know if I ever will in depth though – too dark I think. And I wonder what the purpose would be to revisit all of it when it’s now over 20 years ago? I write about it in blibs and blobs in other posts. I admire your courage to write this post – it really resonated with my experience in young adulthood as well.
March 26, 2013 at 7:37 am
I know what you mean. I started writing my blog to make sense of the things that churn about in my head and to try and make sense of the world/my life. This part of my life is long in the past and is quite shameful but it is part of what made me who I am. I try and make my posts have a positive upswing but if you had similar issues you will know I didn’t really go into any detail of exactly how bad things got and how dark it really was. I wrote it to draw a line under it I suppose but it was hard to publish because I had no idea how people would react and I feared they would be pretty disgusted.
March 26, 2013 at 7:45 am
I remember disclosing part of it, unintentionally, it just blurted itself out, and feeling mortified, feeling certain that these people would look at me in disgust. The shame was overwhelming. But, of course, shame lies and overdramatizes everything. People were not only accepting, but proud of my courage. As difficult as it is to write, I bet a lot of what you write really resonates with people … gives them the courage to battle their own shame. I know what you mean by drawing a line under it – for me it has always felt like a line. My life before, and my life after. I became a completely different person. But I do remember the first post I wrote that touched on the darkness… was sure no one would read again as I too try to make my posts more positive.
March 26, 2013 at 7:49 am
It’s funny isn’t it. I have had lots of contact from people who have had similar issues or who have a friend/family member with them. We may feel alone but a lot of people are silently going through exactly the same things x
March 26, 2013 at 8:03 am
I think Shame does a very good job of keeping people silent. When we have the courage to speak out, it’s influence weakens. But holy does it take a lot of courage!
March 28, 2013 at 12:34 pm
A very brave & honest piece Ruth. I loved it because I’m wired exactly opposite. Try as I might I cannot go on beyond a certain point when drinking/drugging. Just can’t. So I’ve danced on tables and done all sorts of stupid fully conscious. Not sober perhaps but not anywhere near zonked. I remember it all. And I really don’t know which is worse, stupidity with or without excuse. But that is an other blog altogether. Super writing as always Ruth.
March 30, 2013 at 10:08 pm
Thanks Katrin. I’m thankful it’s all in the past now. The problem was that really I was just a very unhappy teen/young woman. I wish I was more like you. I like the sound of this dancing on tables business … a lot!!