Entry One - Cries from the Addict

My walk and struggle through the recovery process.

I think of the name of this blog address in two ways.
The play on words goes like this:
The attic. One could associate this with the 'cries from the attic'. It's kind of like a wailing and an unrepresented sound that you hear, are intrigued by and search out, or you run away from for fear of what it may hold.



And then the cries from the addict, is the struggle through the hard times and pains of it all.
It's like re-hab, and a victim of the cruelty of it all, and they begin to lash out, freak out, and not know how to respond. The issues of withdrawl overwhelm them, and they don't know what to do, other than convulse and spasm their way through it, all the while yelling, desperately wanting thier fix, in order to feel some sort of relief - yet that relief is the most undesired thing.
You want to get through, you want to survive, but in order to do it, you must remain clean, and almost concealed in one room with limited human contact.

The attic serves as the addicts refuge, the place of torment, but ultimately freedom.

Going cold-turkey doesn't mean you are going to feel relief immediately, and often times the struggle is the hardest, but to wean yourself into freedom isn't like running headlong into an open field, or jumping into the lake head first. Granted, some people leap before looking, but that is the venture of faith, and I'm trusting that this venture is the right one, the one to recovering.