Thursday, August 07, 2014


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Celebrated during the month of September, Recovery Month began in 1989 as TreatmentWorks! Month, which honored the work of the treatment and recovery professionals in the field. The observance evolved to National Alcohol and Drug Addiction Recovery Month (Recovery Month) in 1998, when the observance expanded to include celebrating the accomplishment of individuals in recovery from substance use disorders. The observance evolved once again in 2011 to National Recovery Month (Recovery Month) to include all aspects of behavioral health.
(From the above SAMSHA website)

I am not an addict! 

Just because I smoke cigarettes does not mean I am an addict. Just because I drove most of the length of I-40 with a cooler on the back seat of my Chevy station wagon keeping my half pints of vodka cool so I could sip on them as I drove across the country does not mean I am an addict. 

Just because I smoked a little dope when I worked in the tire retreading industry or because I dropped some acid back in the late 60’s does not make me an addict. 

I went to some meetings, but I never said I was an addict or an alcoholic.  Yeah for me!  No, it is not yeah for me.  I am one of those with a psychiatric diagnosis who never admit to their other problem.  Many of us have used to get through.  We just don’t ever ask for or get help. 

I admit mania is better than any drug or drink, but mania is not always an available option.  You can’t buy bipolar mania at a convenience store or on a street corner, but you can buy the other stuff. 

There is a debate about whether taking prescribed psychiatric drugs is any better than drinking or doing street drugs.  I don’t have a dog in that fight.  What I can tell you is that I lost the ability to connect with myself and others in any meaningful way when I was doing what I never admitted in a meeting I did.  I can also say that anytime I have been over medicated on psych drugs the same thing is true.

For me what works is no longer using any street drugs and taking the smallest amount of psych drugs that will keep me from busting through into mania.  I miss being manic, but I don’t miss the chaos it caused in my life.  My way is not everyone’s way.  Everyone must decide their own way.

© Ed Cooper, August 7, 2014, Stoney Creek, Tennessee

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