They say every drug addict can track his drug abuse back to a particular Moment: to an instant in which the bitter-dark seed of addiction took root in his breast, and began the slow-steady growth that would ultimately consume every last inch of his being.

Maybe that’s true. Me, I never was one for delving too far back into the past. In fact, as far as I was concerned, my addiction started and ended with each high.

Drug abuse, for me, existed only and entirely in the present tense. My addiction existed outside of History, and of Time; there was never any Before or After when I was using drugs—there was only just Now, only just the act of using, and the promise of the high. And maybe that’s the point of drug abuse, when you really get down to it: that narrowing of Reality, that sense that there is no Truth except for that of your Need, and that wherever you’re going or wherever you’re coming from is entirely irrelevant compared to where you are…

 

Maybe. Like I said, I’m not the type for delving too far back into the past…and drug abuse is behind me, today, thanks to the help I got in drug treatment. For now, suffice it to say that I’m just grateful to be where I am.

Filed under: Drug Rehab, Drug Addiction on June 26th, 2007