get rid of alcoholism When I am ready
He always welcomes me at home. My apologies are unnecessary and there is no judgment. We both understand that I fell again. No matter how hard you try to understand and deal with alcoholism, you will never fully understand its origins. from a medical, physical and psychological point of view; I have seen the consequences of over-obsession.
I am grateful that my "mainstream career" is less than 10 years old, not 2030. lost forever My sister Susan died of an overdose of painkillers after back surgery started poisoning. We didn't even expect this. I know after 6 months she was still confused that she needed painkillers. It was two years before Dilaudid, Morphine and OxyContin neutralized her kidneys. A healthy 42-year-old person should not be given such hazardous chemicals for self-regulation.
I had a relationship with God in a mental hospital. Drunk (3.0), when I posted on social media that I wanted to go to her sister, the police took me there. Classmates who knew me and my sister well asked for a check. They had to tell me what I was doing when I got here around 9pm. It communicated in a completely disconnected state. again. Six hours later, when my BAC levels dropped, I was taken to a psychiatric hospital for 72 years. Getting there was not easy.
When I woke up the first morning, I thanked God for the experience that allowed me to finally end my relationship with ethanol and alcohol. The result is a life-or-death struggle. Unfortunately, deaths from poisoning are not one, but a series, one by one, you take you down. When it gets dark, the addict is usually too weak to stand crawling out of the hole.
To any counselor who advised parents or spouses "hard love" and watched them bury drug addicts: "Is it worth the risk?" Should they hit the floor? Often the bottom is death. The best thing to do when dealing with addicts is to educate yourself. Understand the situation you are facing before taking action to address it. Sometimes all you can do is pray for them. Prayer is very powerful. Save yourself first, then reach out and support yourself without judgment or love. Strangely, while staying in the psychiatric ward of the drug detoxification ward, I found a lot of bedbugs. I brought all these detox addicts and I spent the next 3 days with them Blamy.
The stories I heard opened my eyes. I learned about the dangers of the chemicals present there. I greeted the young man (26) sitting next to me at breakfast.
"Good morning, how are you?" "I still hear voices saying there are people out there," he said. A chill came down my neck and I walked to the end of the table.
Another young woman took so much medication that she could no longer recognize her family! She always saw all these pictures in front of her. The day I left, they brought her in to see if her mother would check in with the young woman. I didn't have a comb, so my long hair got tangled a lot. I laughed and said I was a witch.
From that moment on, an old woman got up and said, "Witch, get away from me." I tried to explain that I was a Christian, but she thought I was trying to deceive her and steal her soul. Instead of depression, three doctors and two counselors and I talked about addiction. Finally, a doctor offered me medical assistant therapy.
There are cravings, but a few months ago I wasn't a good fit for this because I wasn't an "active" addict. I also took pre-medication to stop panic attacks. I left, relieved and a little apprehensive when new and more effective means of combating alcoholism appeared. Two quick drinks will stop panic attacks.
Or you can go to an ambulance that only costs $2,500 and requires a quick repair. In other countries, there are medicines that can help fight addiction. Portugal has cut its drug problem in half by decriminalizing addictive chemicals and providing free rehabilitation and job sponsorship.
The government will pay half the wages of anyone who re-enters the labor market to promote employment. Half of drug addicts now pay taxes, and the prison population has declined dramatically. Since I was in high school, cannabis has been called an "entrance" drug. However, the door is open in both directions. This may be in response to many of the opiate epidemics moving away from harsh chemicals like Vicodin and Percocet. The heroin crisis is an outgrowth of the opiate situation.
Patients stopped eating after being poisoned and desperately used whatever they could get their hands on. I had this 3 day experience to rest, eat well and be educated. I felt that new power. Every time I lay in my little bed, I asked God to let me absorb everything about this experience, and he did. I never experienced unity until I had a group hug in the psychiatric ward. They all came to the lobby to say goodbye to me.
I interviewed everyone and I was very focused. Every detail of every story was engraved into my memory and was actually "heard". They told me They let me go early because I needed my bed. Once I wake up, I can recognize and formulate my thoughts. Drunk, I'm in a terrible state.
I tried AA, cognitive behavioral therapy (cognitive behavioral therapy) for 8 years, and last year I started seeing a counselor twice a month to pave a new path. I grew up working with a personal trainer. My writing became famous. We dealt with caring for elderly parents (mothers). She directed me to the following resources and programs:
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