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Recovering Truth
“Never trust an addict.” Or so they say.
Living that stigma, I can’t help but agree with those words.
Throughout my addiction I have broken so many trusts, it has risen to innumerable proportions. Through family and friends, bosses, and coworkers, I have completely destroyed any ounce of faith that still existed in a plethora of relationships. Several people in my life have chosen to ignore the fact that my addiction has led to the demise of my trustfulness. Whether it be for their own benefits directly or indirectly, I have encountered several people that seem to have taken advantage of the fact I WAS willing to work for a drink rather than money or labor my body to unfortunate extents just for a bottle.
I have lied, stolen, and cheated my way through my addiction, as most do. I have walked out on hundreds of dollars in tabs through a drunken haze, I have pocketed countless prescription drugs, alcohol, and illegal substances from friends and family alike. I have slept my way through people who could benefit my addiction through money, housing, or just sheer support of my disease.
I once met a woman in the rooms who explained to me she would tell her husband she was going to McDonald's and then go to Burger King just for the sake of lying.
