The meeting was about early recovery and how sticky
that drug can get when you first try to put it down. Non-addicts do not
understand this stickiness, this pull, this almost supernatural command to pick
up that drug and use. These are the same folks who tell you, “If drugs are screwing
up your life, why don’t you stop?” We had a number of newcomers at the meeting
and they shared about those struggles, successes, and failures. For those who
have been clean for years and decades, hearing about early recovery from those
who are living it helps keep things fresh. The disease is alive and well, and
every recovering addict, including the old-timer, is just one bad decision away from a return to the
nightmare. The main thing newcomer meetings emphasize are what some of us call
“The Dues.”

Many don't appreciate the size of that balloon payment on
their dues until they try to put down the drug. When they do that they discover that
the disease of addiction is almost a real creature with a separate personality and a
very loud voice. It talks, whines, cajoles, bullies, and has physical access to
emotions, to mental focus, and to almost every nerve. It is very much like a
very powerful mad-scientist dictator who has had power over you for a very long time
and who isn’t going to give up control of you without a struggle. You try to put down
the drug, the battle begins, and the battlefield is you.
I call it “the dragon,” some addicts call it “a
monkey on my back,” and some call it “a gorilla on my back.” What is comes down
to is a condition that presents itself as almost a separate personality whose
only ambition is to get you back on the pills, powders, and potions. It makes
it so you can only see loneliness, misery, pain, disappointment, injustice, and
horror. It does this with the promise that all that will go away if you simply pick
up and use. As I heard one recovering addict say, “The monkey is off my back
but the circus is still in town.”

A tool I had a hard time learning to use was the
telephone. Calling another recovering addict when I was up against it sparked
this peculiar thing in me: I didn’t want to ask anyone for help because they
might think I needed it. Then one day I was faced with what seemed to be a
simple choice. The dragon was sitting on my desk and it was either pick up the
drug or pick up the phone. It was a monumental struggle, but I picked up that ten ton phone, called another addict, we talked it out, and I was
clean for another day. Phone calls became much easier.

There is no cure. Addiction can be arrested and
recovery experienced as long as that disease is still under arrest. Those
cuffs, bars, and guards are meetings, a program of recovery, and other
recovering addicts. The cop in this instance is that part of you that wants to
live life as a human being.
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