There always seems to come a moment in the addicts life when the drug of choice isn’t protecting them from the pain of feeling the feelings.
I remember sitting on my own, in my bedsit, after yet another inglorious bender, no one to phone, no one to help.
All the bridges I had built were burned to the ground. There was nothing left. The hope that had kept me going seem to flicker and fade away.
It felt like the end was upon me after years of chaos, empty promises and nothing to show for my 39 years on the planet.
Even the bag of skunk and 6 pack I had on my bedside table offered no reassurance. In that moment, even they seemed to turn their back on me.
The Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous describes that moment to perfection.
‘He cannot picture his life without alcohol. Some day he will be unable to imagine life either with alcohol or without it. Then he will know loneliness such as few do. He will be at the jumping-off place. He will wish for the end.’
I genuinely thought that there was no other option. The self-pity was paralyzing.
But there was another option. There was a way out.
Something was looking out for me that day, and special people came to my aid.
I was introduced to recovery and it saved my life. Or rather introduced me to a new life and new future.
The team at Headway are dedicated to introducing fellows, that find themselves in a similar situation, to the same escape route out of the hell you are currently living,
Call us today and lets us help you find the future that today seems so far away.