Stop It

I know a lot of addicts.

In fact, as you know, I believe that just about everyone is addicted to something.

For some reason, if the addiction is considered "harmless," it's not considered an addiction.

Or something like that.

I'm an addict.

It's a terrible disease that takes over a person's soul and denies humans of their agency.

I'm a recovering addict.

It is a lifelong journey of recovery.

I am also a wife and a mom.

I am also an employee and a business owner.

I am also a blogger and a baseball fan.

I am also a colorer and a documentary lover.

I am also an auntie and a sister.

I am also a lover of yellow and an ice cream fanatic.

I am also a Coke Zero liker a lotter and a friend.

I stopped worrying about the judgements that people put on me.

That is their problem to deal with, or not to deal with.

As a reminder, there is not a line for people with "big" sins and a line for people with "little" sins.

There's just a line.

I love addicts.

I love recovering addicts.

They are the bravest of the brave.

To dig into that closet of despair, hurt, neglect, abuse, fear, anger...

It is the darkest of places.

And, addicts all have to open that door and let it all fall out on top of them as they sort through it.

There is no dumpster that can be set on fire.

It is going through the pieces of that close one by one and learning to love ourselves anyways.

Next time you see an addict... which is pretty much everyone you see... 

Don't consider them an addict.

Consider them a human who is lost and who, at some point, will have to open a closet of horror.