Being addicted to [insert my drug of choice] is like chasing a dragon. You’re constantly seeking that first high, but what’s gonna happen if you actually catch it?
Conventional wisdom, as described in “Chasing the Dragon” at https://www.fbi.gov/video-repository/newss-trailer-chasing-the-dragon/view
That’s a lie designed to keep me trapped in a cage.
On my good-ish days in long-term recovery, I feel joy, hope, freedom. On my better days, I’m 13 on a scale of naught to ten.
And that feeling trumps any high I ever chased.
Even that first high, dancing naked with B.S. in his fabulous loft condo in Raleigh N.C. I remember like it was yesterday.
I haven’t always believed that catch phrase from the rooms of recovery.
Or been able to feel anything close to that tbh.
Today, I do.
I chased my dragon, and found my koala bear.
She was inside all this time.
Hold on.
You’re not alone.
Thanks for listening,
Keep tellin’ the story.
The Right Reverend Lord Christopher Todd Peacock III
embracing the artivist buried in stone
The Magical Storybook of Professor Peacock 