rgraham666
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Hello. My name is rgraham666 and I'm an addict.
I am addicted to anger.
I was raised by another anger addict and an enabler. I was taught that the only really allowable emotion was anger. I was taught that it was correct behaviour to react to every tiny little frustration with fury.
And that fury felt good. God, what a high it is! The warm feelings rushing through you as the adrenaline surges. The utter high as the endorphins envelop your brain.
What a complete and fucking rush!
But like all addictions there were a lot of problems attached to it.
Since I was either high or on a downer, my behaviour was often strange. I couldn't quite mesh with the rest of the world. This, of course, made me angry. So it fed my habit.
And as all addicts do, I needed more frequent and larger hits to maintain my high. So any little frustration, or big one that I could do nothing about, set me off. I ended up living in a haze caused by my habit.
But the human body can't handle something like this. Soon, all the triggers were too scarred to be set off. I couldn't feed my addiction anymore.
So my fall was as deep as my high. And that was very far indeed. That fall was nearly all the way to the grave.
I'm much better now. I've spent a lot of years examining my soul, learning who and what I am, what my limitations are and what my power is.
I very rarely get angry now, and it no longer holds any joy for me. And in many ways, I've put it aside, regarding it as a part of me that is of no use to myself or others.
But I still remember how it felt, and some of me still misses it. I'll always be an addict.
I am addicted to anger.
I was raised by another anger addict and an enabler. I was taught that the only really allowable emotion was anger. I was taught that it was correct behaviour to react to every tiny little frustration with fury.
And that fury felt good. God, what a high it is! The warm feelings rushing through you as the adrenaline surges. The utter high as the endorphins envelop your brain.
What a complete and fucking rush!
But like all addictions there were a lot of problems attached to it.
Since I was either high or on a downer, my behaviour was often strange. I couldn't quite mesh with the rest of the world. This, of course, made me angry. So it fed my habit.
And as all addicts do, I needed more frequent and larger hits to maintain my high. So any little frustration, or big one that I could do nothing about, set me off. I ended up living in a haze caused by my habit.
But the human body can't handle something like this. Soon, all the triggers were too scarred to be set off. I couldn't feed my addiction anymore.
So my fall was as deep as my high. And that was very far indeed. That fall was nearly all the way to the grave.
I'm much better now. I've spent a lot of years examining my soul, learning who and what I am, what my limitations are and what my power is.
I very rarely get angry now, and it no longer holds any joy for me. And in many ways, I've put it aside, regarding it as a part of me that is of no use to myself or others.
But I still remember how it felt, and some of me still misses it. I'll always be an addict.