The Seduction of Addiction Can Take Anyone Out
The line between addiction and recovery can be tenuous and fragile.
Though I have years of hard-fought sobriety, I walked right up to the edge of substance use the other week. I stood at the edge of that yawning abyss of nothingness and reveled in a moment of thrill-seeking defiance.
My addiction seduced me with a nostalgic promise of escape. It told me it would be okay to just check out for a bit. It served up a spoonful of dopamine and promised to tuck me in a soft, warm blanket of dissociating bliss.
Alcohol is my preferred brand of poison, but I’ve dabbled in many pharmacological wonders. For many years, I dosed myself with THC. I rolled into serotonin depletion with ecstasy. I snorted my way to the moon with coke, Adderall and crystal. I disconnected from my ego with mushrooms and LSD.
As they say “in the rooms,” I’m an alcoholic and an addict.
But many substances exist in the magical netherworld of gray.
The What
There is a special danger lurking in smoke shops everywhere. It called my name and whispered euphoria into my ear.
“Hello, my name is Kratom. I’ll grant you plausible…
