When we are no longer blinded by addiction, we find ourselves open to a new world of beauty and discovery. We notice and marvel at wonders that never before registered as worthy of our attention, from the perfection of a tiny flower at our feet to the laugh lines of a loved one. The isolation of our addiction opens up into a universe of delights to explore and cherish.
All we have to do is overcome our fear of change and get to work.
I recently ran across a piece of writing that made me really sad. There was talk of repeated relapses and “doing things differently,” but never a mention of a support group.
I’ve been around recovery for a long time, and I have never seen anyone recover successfully without some kind of support outside their immediate family. (I’m not saying that such folks don’t exist, but merely that I haven’t known any.)
Isolation and secrecy are part and parcel of addiction in all its forms.