Recognizing National Recovery Month in September, my new friend, Tyler Reitzner generously agreed to write a guest blog with a bit of his story. Tyler works to bring trauma forward as an oft-ignored possible component of addiction. See links below. Thank you, Tyler, for a picture of joy in recovery.…Read more
By the grace of God there comes a moment in the life of a person abusing substances where enough is enough and it’s time to get help. They may say they were sick and tired of being sick and tired. For many it’s as dramatic as choose treatment or die. On the lighter side of a dark situation our son adds, “and I didn’t have anything else going on that day.” It (intervention, legal consequences, a friend’s strong suggestion, desperation, the will to live, an illumination) or all, overlaps to form a moment of clarity. Since we fear what we don’t understand, I thought it might be helpful to have a professional demystify treatment for us.
I have character defects, but lying is not one of them — not intentionally anyway. My mother vetted our toddler-to-teen suspect statements with the very wierd question which she posed with life-and-death seriousness, “Honor bright?” she’d say. I have no idea where that lie detector came from but it said that I would not live to see another day if I broke confidence by my honor not being bright. As hard as I tried I could not take my fib past that guard post. So I didn’t latch on to lying. I can’t do it.
Bush and I were talking about a social problem in our city and I concluded, “There’s just nothing we (the two of us) can do.” The next day he told me he had been thinking and there was something we could do. There is always something we can do about an issue even if it’s short of doing everything. His suggestion was a viable option for the two of us. Duh, yes, we can do that. It’s well within our capabilities.