Anybody else trade addictions?

I can't believe I'm sharing some of this shit, but since it's all behind me, and part of who I am (I too learned SO much about myself), I guess I just don't feel the need to hide it. I certainly used to, though.

Not one of us would be the person we are today if not for our experiences, which have given us a perspective on life that most people will never have. For those who have experienced addiction and come out the other side intact, there is very little that life can throw at us now that comes even close to the shit that we already put ourselves through-and survived. People who are unaware of my past just think I'm a disgustingly upbeat and cheerful goofball.
 
Mine was childhood emotional & (some) physical abuse, with a definite genetic predisposition to addiction (father was an alcoholic), and a social disposition that awakened when I was using. I actually scored the best job of my career from being high on coke, while posting on a construction forum, that got me noticed by a very high-end custom builder's lead carpenter. :facepalm

You think I'm long-winded here... My brain came ALIVE on that shit!

I never used while working, but when I broke my leg during that gig, and needed 3 surgeries, I traded it for an opiate addiction, and things quickly fell apart, and they cut ties with me soon after. That was a rocky road for me for about 5 years.


I can't believe I'm sharing some of this shit, but since it's all behind me, and part of who I am (I too learned SO much about myself), I guess I just don't feel the need to hide it. I certainly used to, though.
Me too. My Dad died at 53 from Green Stripe Scotch. I used to pour his drinks when he couldn’t walk.

Your stories all hit home. I appreciate them very much. More than I can say really.

I’m sober today and grateful for it. The guitar and music help me stay sane. So does this place. With the passion, humor and even support shared that make this world more beautiful.

I am eating a 2lb bag of Sour Patch Kids thanks to @norminal FFS on the formatting. Boy they are sour and quite a rush! Almost like taking a shot.
I’ll graduate to the Haribo Gummies soon and join him and @the swede on the road. Def gonna try the peach ones.
 
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Me too. My Dad died at 53 from Green Stripe Scotch.
Mine was 50, on my birthday, from a brain aneurysm. He was a "fun" drunk, until he wasn't. He drank to excess, but didn't drink all the time. You just didn't want to be around him when he was drunk. Complete, Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde, kind of thing with him.

And the only time he ever did drugs was when he smoked some weed at a party, and since he'd been drinking, he threw up in and out of the car with my mother driving them home, in the Baltimore Harbor Tunnel!! :ROFLMAO: :facepalm

I was real young at the time, but I remember feeling bad for the 2 "lot guys" coming to our house to trade him cars (he was a general sales mgr at a Lincoln Mercury dealer in Baltimore, so he always had a new Lincoln Mark V to drive), and take that one back to the dealership the next day.

He never smoked weed again! :ROFLMAO:
 
Unfortunately here in Texas some folks are passing laws that’ll put a lot of the vape and edible stores out of business.
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