Addiction
Now 60, I know well this life of quiet (or unquiet) desperation. I have been through the belly of this beast a few times. Not quite the heroic journey. But similar.
It’s so subtle. You take something. Then the something takes something. Then something takes you. Then you’re in the dark wood and know not where you are.
It is rough being a self-conscious being ensconced in a fleshy test tube living in a mechanical existence. The body and the brain calls for more, more and more. Nature abhors a vacuum.
Recovery is an option. I have seen people make it out. Some for a time, some until they passed on, even after cancer. To the end, they made living their life an art form.
A better life beckons. Some of us are called, few of us allow ourselves to be chosen. A person in recovery must journey through many underworlds and face many demons. A war in physical, mental and spiritual dimensions is waged make it out of the dark wood to a better life.
The only way out is through. The only way through is in.
