(October 23, 2014 at 9:34 pm)Kowlzer Wrote: been dry for 10 years. I think it might have been easier if i went to AA though. even if you have been dry for 1 day, good job, you can do it.You've been sober for ten years!
I hate the term 'dry' or 'dry-drunk.' As if any other path of recovery leaves you DRY but you do not achieve SOBRIETY. One thing I do agree with AA on is that you should not only abstain from drugs, but you should also actively attempt to change your thinking and behavior so you can live a better life.
And I agree just because the AMA calls something a disease does not make it a disease. And how did the other organizations come to this conclusion? Did they simply follow suit from the AMA? Or did they do their own independent research? Or did they do a study that somehow proves addiction is a disease? Like I said is being a bad driver a disease? Is the compulsion to bite your fingernails a disease? No, that's probably a symptom from sort of anxiety. I think addiction is a SYMPTOM of a much larger issue. Do I see it as a disease though? No not really.
Then again I agree with the idea that those who came to this choice probably know much more than I do so I could be completely wrong.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll