I was listening to a man named Michael from Tampa, Florida share during a recovery meeting on the topic of isolation. He stated that “connection kills addiction.”
I thought about it and I could not agree more.
When I was in active addiction I was ALONE. I was isolated beyond belief. Not just physically but mentally as well.
Towards the end of my using I could be found daily all the way down in the unfinished side of my basement. Me, the washer and dryer, my cigarettes, cocktail and whatever flavor pill was available that day. Isolation at its finest.
Mentally…forget it. This disease told me regularly that I could not tell on myself. That I could NEVER share the horrors that I was living. The secrets, the lies – nobody on this planet EVER experienced.
Or so I thought….
Until I heard the first brave soul share at the rehab I was in. And then the next brave soul stated that they did the same shameful things that I did. Then another one… I was surrounded by people communicating and outing this sickness.
It literally only takes one. One brave person to tell the truth of what they went through and how they made it out alive to save another addict.
Gods grace gives one addict the courage to share their experience and gods grace gives the other addict the ability to hear it.