Some time after I found myself in hospital, due to some dodgy drug combination, I decided to face the music. I went to a Narcotics Anonymous meeting to find out what kind of addict I am. I’ve never been in a room with so many withered, wretched human beings. Scarred from their usage head to toe. Strange smelling, roughly clothed, down and outs. I saw in that group of drug users the haunted faces of those who haven’t the luxury of being cushioned from the consequences of their behaviour.
For better or worse, I really haven’t paid the price of my drug habit, in terms of lost accommodation, loss of a child or withdrawal of family support. I haven’t had to steal to fund my habit and I have been supported by family, emotionally speaking. Those poor people had suffered for their addiction to substances.
I may go back in the future, yet I don’t feel at home there. The giving mentality that those NA members demonstrated was truly humbling. I was made to feel so welcome, given phone numbers of some of the women there to call when support is needed. I really felt the whole giving back concept was a beautiful thing. Hmm, if I could just find a group with some similar backgrounds for me to relate to. That’s what i would like.