Tendrils
I have the sensation of roots being pulled from my heart, dead roots that have been cut off from their source, no longer alive roots but tangled entanglements that no longer pump the drug. It’s visceral, the sensation of withdrawal. I’ve been putting out fires for decades; crystal meth, cocaine, alcohol, nicotine, sugar, needles, anger but this is the smouldering heart of the matter. If I were a twelve step person, SLAA is the group I’d go to.
I’ve often wondered what it is I’m really addicted to. Giving up all those other things was hard, but it wasn’t impossible. I didn’t feel like I was…
The skinny
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