Addicts, excuses, and self respect

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I have been thinking a lot about my clients lately. Then again when do I not think about them? They are intertwined in my genetic fabric. Still, the commonality among them seems to be this increasing number of recovering alcoholics. Seriously, you would not believe the number of clients I have that fall into this category. There are no coincidences and I myself am not an addict. In fact it is rare you will ever see me drink. I grew up surrounded by people that drank. Hence my early awareness of what people do when alcohol is present and they choose to drink. I don’t gamble that much either and have never been to Vegas. I love gambling, but again also knew very early on that I had no desire to surround myself with drinking gambling bumbling idiots. Please don’t misunderstand me-fun is fun. That is not what this blog is about-I am the last person on earth to judge. Now that the politically correct bullshit is out of the way, let’s get like Joan Rivers and really talk about this for a moment.

Addictions, be it drugs, alcohol, or behaviorisms are crutches. But why? The human condition clings to these as a cry for help. Help for what? Help for being a good person? They are already good at heart, they’ve just forgotten that and pissed away their self respect, so that isn’t it. Help to live a better quality of life? Well, they’ve got money to feed their addictions right? So quality of life is another bullshit excuse. What else could it be? Help for will power? hmm..help in making the right choices? You know dam well that NO ONE ON THIS EARTH can make you make the right choice. So I guess you are shit out of luck. You have a choice, and you chose wrong. You will continue to choose wrong until you make the conscious effort in your every day life to keep sober, keep straight, and heal yourself. No martyrs, no hypocrites, and no excuses please. If I do not allow any of this for myself as a way of explaining my own behavior, I sure as hell will never allow you to use it to explain your own. My brother died at a very young age as did my uncle. Both of them lived a life of addiction. I’ve seen it, cleaned up after it, nursed through it. It has NOTHING to do with people being stronger than you. It has to do with self respect from within.

I do not care what it takes for you to reach deep within yourself and ask yourself these ugly questions but by God you need to find the strength within and pick yourself up, dust yourself off and build a better life while you are on this earth. I don’t care if you were abused, neglected, programmed, or spoon fed your addictions. Get mental help, get physical therapy, join a group, remove EVERYTHING TOXIC IN YOUR WORLD and get your ass off the ground. No more feeling sorry for yourself, no more hoping the world gets better. MAKE IT BETTER DAMMIT. Sometimes you need to slap the face of reality and hear the wake up call.

I love you all, I appreciate you all, and I will always be here to infuse you with hope. As sure as the sun will shine today, you have yet another chance to make things right for yourself. I pray you continue on the right path. I love you dearly, more than I love myself.

Namastae