Addiction Monologue

We went back to FOB McHenry after the Medevac arrived. We never caught up with the rest of the elements, so we were never even a part of the main effort. My vehicle had to be towed to the FOB, so we received a ride from another platoon. Once we got back there my Senior Scout took me to go look at my vehicle in the maintenance bay. There was a hole exactly where the TC seat was. The pieces started to come together. I couldn’t push through the kill zone because the battery box is under the TC seat, so with the battery gone, we weren’t going anywhere. We had never been blown up on a dirt road, it has always been on a main route, and it usually came from the side of the road, never underneath. This was a game changer for us.

Hey, how are you all doing out there ? Well, me I have just been trying to stay healthy and keep my head high so I can make it back to the only thing I have and that’s you all “my family”. I try not to think about you all too much because when I think about what's going on out there it makes me mad and I am so tired ‘’omg’’. We don't eat that much during war but when we get back to the base we eat pretty good, well actually really good. I notice that a lot of people donate food and medicine and first-aid kits too. I just got an Lee-Enfield rifle and it's a pretty nice gun, it can hold 10 bullets. I just been waiting to use it on, Germany, Austria-Hungary and the Ottoman Empire against the Allied forces of Great Britain, and there are some

Meth Monster I hear the clink of the glass When the rock hits the bowl The time is gone for saying "pass" I've just sold my soul. I spark the fire That will bring my relief.

I’m a pale imitator of a boy in the sky With a cap in his hand and a knot in his tie I’m the light in the mall when the power is gone The shadow in the corner, just playin’ along I’ma lay right in my bed, I’m rolling aside But if I get a car, I’m roamin’ to rob Because I know if I ever chill of livin’ to you You’ve got a volunteer, and you don’t know what to do You’d stop

This book is basically about a young man who got addicted to drugs and alcohol and eventually recovered in the end after so many failures. William Cope Moyers had everything. This kid had a better childhood than others and family. He was raised in a very “proper” family where they would say grace during dinner and believed in God. Anyways, he had so many advantages and he tuned into a drug/alcohol addict which i couldn’t understand why at first. He began smoking marijuana, using alcohol, moved onto cocaine. He even left his wife and kids. That’s how obsessed he was. In the end, when he recovered and all became well he actually started helping other people who were addicts just like him.

However, the addiction to illegal and legal drugs is only one of the myriads of other sorts of addictions. Thousands of cases are reported each year stemming from thousands of platforms for obsession, including sex, gambling, stealing, and over-eating. Although some of these platforms may seem harmless and, in some cases, mundane, (i.e. videogames, caffeine), each case of addiction is just as serious as the next.

I don’t know how to cope with this anymore. Horrible thoughts are going through my mind, is it worth living?, how can I change?, why me? Every day I ask myself the same questions and I can’t seem to find the answer to any of them. Since drinking started to be a serious thing for me, I have been on hell’s roller coaster and the ride just never stops. My wife left me; I can’t even look at her these days. I hate what I made her go through, punching her, screaming at her, swearing at her, I hate it all. I can’t believe what alcohol has made me turn into. I have a small daughter and I struggle to support her financially and mentally. Her school bills overdue and I can’t support her necessary needs and her wants. It is just too much,

Denial in addiction is a defense mechanism that those abusing drugs or alcohol will need to overcome in order to kick their habits. “Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt” is a mantra often heard at 12-step meetings. This is because Step 1 of the 12 steps deals with overcoming denial and “admitting we are powerless…” Denial is particularly problematic because the downside of drinking or using drugs plus denial and driving can be fatal for the substance abuser and others. Other health risks associated with addiction include heart disease, lung and liver disease, overdosing and brain damage. Why do people deny they need help? There are many reasons for denial. One reason is that people generally do not like to feel helpless and out-of-control and

Throughout my elementary school days, my teachers regarded me as a trouble maker. Most instructors just assumed that as a young boy, I was naturally energetic and loud. My second grade teacher, however, did not see it that way. She told my mom about her hunch, suggesting that I get tested for ADD. My mother however, thought I was just being an overzealous kid. Yet, the bad reports continued. Many teachers said that I was “too loud, disruptive, hyper, etc.”. Finally, I was diagnosed with ADD in eighth grade.

I didn’t know any better. I didn’t know it could kill me. One time when I was 8, I was playing with some chapstick. I was putting It on everything when I decided to take a bite out of it. I ended up getting really sick and almost dying.

I find my seat in aisle B, on the plane heading away from you. The cabin is hot and sweaty and crowded, and I suddenly feel claustrophobic, as if the white walls have closed around me like a coffin. I sink down into my narrow chair and gaze out the oblong plane window. Goodbye New York, city of dreams; it’s back to Leith, city of cruel realities, for me. Alone, but what did I expect? That you’d come with me, back to that shitehole? Nae, but when I’m here in this city with you I’m driven to the sick delusion of a junky: that I could stay in this high with you forever. I’m itching for a fag, or something stronger, to ease my parting sorrows, but we havenae even reached altitude, and there’s these sign’s on the cabin walls which loudly and accusatorily remind me of my promises. “No smoking” they seem to plead in your voice. It’ll be a long flight if I keep hearing your voice in my head. These are the effects of withdrawal after a long, sweet hit of you. Worse than the purest smack, you are for me, and I had only replaced drug addiction with my addiction to you.

Approximately 1 out of 8 people in the United States suffers from some kind of addiction, according to www.brainz.org. If stats are correct a few of us in this room has or will struggle with addiction in our lifetime.

Addiction is a disease that I will battle for the rest of my life. After being sexually assaulted at the age of twelve, I started to self-destruct. Lack of parental support, less than pristine living conditions, and an addictive personality paved an expressway to a life of addiction. I chose to hang with undesirable people, and was introduced to Marijuana, LSD, Ecstasy, PCP, Cocaine, Heroin and eventually what became the love of my life, the prescription painkiller Morphine. Never did I think that trying pot would have a domino effect. It led me to try harder and more addictive substances ultimately turning my life upside down. Often publicly

“Addiction is a brain disease expressed in the form of compulsive behavior,” says by Alan Leshner in his article, “Addiction Is a Brain Disease” featured in the book Drug Abuse: Opposing Viewpoints. Addiction has a variety of meanings depending on what your viewpoint of addiction. According to dictionary.com, the concrete definition of the word addiction is, “the state of being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming, as narcotics, to such an extent that its cessation causes severe trauma.” Basically various doctors and therapist consider addiction to be a genetic disorder. “Provocative, controversial, unquestionably incomplete, the dopamine hypothesis provides a basic framework

“Academy for the Adolescence, founded in 1774.” I read out loud to my parents. My family and I are standing in rounded cement pathway around a statue with what I assume is the headmistress. I gaze up at the statue, I look at all of her face facial and take in the sense of what it would be like to actually be her presence. After awhile of me standing there in awe, daydreaming, my parent 's guide me into the big brick house. There is a deck, wood, very old, it creaks when I walk on it. There are two giant door, side by side, that are propped open by two women who are greeting each family by name. It’s our family turn to walk through the door. “Welcome back Mrs. Emerson!”, the two ladies say in sync with one another. We walk onto newly