(April 10, 2017 at 6:53 pm)Aegon Wrote: I agree, to an extent. My vice was amphetamines and methamphetamine, and while I don't feel the craving regularly anymore (almost a year clean next month), there are some "triggers" that make the craving return. Very stressful times in my life when all I want to do is go on a binge because I know it'll help me with all the stuff I need to get done. Looking at the mountain of work that needs to be completed and thinking, "Wow how easy this would be if I were stimmed up." Certain songs actually "trigger" the craving too; for example, when I went on multiple-day binges I would play Chance the Rapper's Acid Rap on loop. Unfortunately I can't listen to it anymore because I get very vivid flashbacks to those binges and it makes me want to get high again.
But it's nothing compared to the way we used to be, when we felt like we needed it to function. Well, that's how I felt. I won't put words in your mouth. And I agree that constantly being reminded of it, constantly talking about it, is no way to get past it. I never bothered with any of those meetings.
Congrats on getting clean.
I too experience some urges from time to time, but certainly not in the way some people seem to.
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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
