And while many medical organizations may call something a disease, is their opinion absolute truth?
Is being a bad driver a disease? What if bad driving habits are genetic? What if the anxiety that is related to bad driving is genetic? I am not a medical professional but regardless I can say that the disease model for addiction does not make sense to me. Beyond that I have no say because the medical professionals that have come to this conclusion know more than me.
But it makes more sense to me that addiction is a SYMPTOM of a much larger psychological and possibly physiological issue... but does that make it a disease??? I don't know, all I can say is it makes no sense to me.
Is being a bad driver a disease? What if bad driving habits are genetic? What if the anxiety that is related to bad driving is genetic? I am not a medical professional but regardless I can say that the disease model for addiction does not make sense to me. Beyond that I have no say because the medical professionals that have come to this conclusion know more than me.
But it makes more sense to me that addiction is a SYMPTOM of a much larger psychological and possibly physiological issue... but does that make it a disease??? I don't know, all I can say is it makes no sense to me.
“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
