<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250809871252756339</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:34:58.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts on recovery</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250809871252756339/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642600916250547815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/TR0Hq3QrexI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rERrLnbGy7Y/S220/abbie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250809871252756339.post-5713254298383542727</id><published>2011-02-19T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T15:37:54.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two 26 Year Olds - One Disease - One Hope - Recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0-ppK921FI/TWBThVmB29I/AAAAAAAAACg/k6sFzR3TrEI/s1600/Contrasts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575548170882112466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0-ppK921FI/TWBThVmB29I/AAAAAAAAACg/k6sFzR3TrEI/s320/Contrasts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contrasts -&lt;/strong&gt; The week began working to help friends and family members of a 26 year old woman dying from the disease of addiction. They were trying to get her into treatment. She bolted into the dark two days ago after reaching a point three-five blood alcohol level earlier in the day. Her father had called me on my cell today asking if he should file a missing person's report with the police. Shortly after finishing that call I was sitting in the stands at a girls college basketball game. As I glanced around the crowd a face jumped out at me. She was sitting one row behind me and few feet to my left. She didn't recognize me, but I remembered her face. She was 26 years old, smiling, and healthy. She had been in an Early Recovery Treatment Group I had facilitated two months ago. What a contrast. I'm thankful for the reminder that treatment works and recovery is possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250809871252756339-5713254298383542727?l=whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5713254298383542727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/2011/02/two-26-year-olds-one-disease-one-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250809871252756339/posts/default/5713254298383542727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250809871252756339/posts/default/5713254298383542727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/2011/02/two-26-year-olds-one-disease-one-hope.html' title='Two 26 Year Olds - One Disease - One Hope - Recovery'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642600916250547815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/TR0Hq3QrexI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rERrLnbGy7Y/S220/abbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0-ppK921FI/TWBThVmB29I/AAAAAAAAACg/k6sFzR3TrEI/s72-c/Contrasts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250809871252756339.post-7290890080805557614</id><published>2010-03-30T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T09:58:54.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intervention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/S7IzJhoEyuI/AAAAAAAAABk/YGjUBqcCpCM/s1600/Denial+-+Calvin+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 204px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454478337437387490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/S7IzJhoEyuI/AAAAAAAAABk/YGjUBqcCpCM/s320/Denial+-+Calvin+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The term intervene comes from the Latin word &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;intervenire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which is the combining of &lt;em&gt;"inter"&lt;/em&gt; which means between, and &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;venire&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; which means to come. To intervene is to come between. The purpose or intent of intervening is to modify the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Substance addiction is a brain disease that is chronic and progressive. Chronic and progressive means it will not go into remission on its own and it will only get worse. The ultimate outcome to substance addiction if left to its own course is death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When someone conducts an intervention for a loved one suffering from addiction they are attempting to place themselves between the one they love and the ultimate outcome of addiction with the hope of modifying the outcome. They are attempting to do whatever it takes to move their loved one to accept the treatment that will save their life. The unique thing about addiction as a brain disease is that part of the disease is that we don't believe we have it. Part of successfully intervening (coming between) is presenting our loved one with a constant and consistent message, "I love you, you are sick, if you don't get treatment you will die, and because I love you I will do whatever it takes to help you recognize this fact."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While an intervention may look like an event, it is really a process of changing how we relate to our loved one. Our day to day actions communicate what we believe and part of the process of intervening includes modifying our actions so they align with what we are saying, "I love you, you are sick, if you don't get treatment you will die, and because I love you I will do whatever it takes to help you recognize this fact." If we truly believe that statement, we cannot continue to engage in, "normal everyday activities" that communicate that nothing is really wrong, when in reality EVERYTHING is wrong and if they don't get into treatment they will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interventions are not easy, but they are worth it, because your loved one is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have questions please don't hesitate to call 616.396.5284 or email me at &lt;a href="mailto:richc@oar-inc.org"&gt;richc@oar-inc.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rich Campbell, MSW, MA, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LMSW&lt;/span&gt;, ADS&lt;br /&gt;Family Therapist and Community Specialist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250809871252756339-7290890080805557614?l=whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7290890080805557614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/2010/03/intervention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250809871252756339/posts/default/7290890080805557614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250809871252756339/posts/default/7290890080805557614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/2010/03/intervention.html' title='Intervention'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642600916250547815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/TR0Hq3QrexI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rERrLnbGy7Y/S220/abbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/S7IzJhoEyuI/AAAAAAAAABk/YGjUBqcCpCM/s72-c/Denial+-+Calvin+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250809871252756339.post-1727015922185698690</id><published>2010-01-25T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:44:36.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncomfortable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/S13hfZXf0XI/AAAAAAAAABc/5RXOe8OYLRs/s1600-h/163994_9083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430744655180321138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/S13hfZXf0XI/AAAAAAAAABc/5RXOe8OYLRs/s320/163994_9083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Rich Campbell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception line was long, another person taken by addiction, another family left in their grief. It looked like the entire community might be showing up for the visitation to support the family. As I looked at the faces of those filing into the room I could see the pain in each person's face, which was expected, but there was also a sense of discomfort in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood, waiting for my turn to "pay my respects" several thoughts raced through my head. What should I say? What were the other people going to say? I wondered where all of us were prior to the event that had called us all here? Why is it that we - the crowd - don't usually show up until the, "conclusion" of the crisis? What if we all would have come together 5 or 6 months ago, or even years ago when the family's battle with addiction first began? What kept us away? We don't understand addiction, or we have misinformation about it, so we don't want to talk about it or hear about it. The topic makes us uncomfortable. Talking about pain and people seeking relief is uncomfortable. But I was uncomfortable being at a funeral, the likes of which is repeated multiple times a day, everyday, throughout our communities, for the exact same reason - addiction has taken yet another life. Personally I would rather face the uncomfortable discussion of why our friends and family members become addicted and how to help them into recovery rather than the uncomfortable moment of trying to figure out what to say to the parents or spouse of the person who just died as a result of addiction. I heard, "God decided to take them home" too many times to count. I wanted to scream, "It was the addiction that took them! Not God! God in His mercy received them, but it was the addiction that took this person's life." As I looked a the faces in the room it struck me that based upon the national average, a third of the people in the room would face some form of struggle with addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is we, as a community, enabled addiction to succeed because our uncomfortableness wins out over the need to talk about preventing and treating addiction. In the past decade we've heard a lot about the war on drugs, let's make the next decade a war on addiction. If you're not sure where to start, begin by learning about addiction. If you think someone you know might be struggling with substance abuse or addiction, don't wait until it's too late. Talk to them, tell them you care. If you're not sure what to say or how to bring up your concerns, call me at 616.396.5284 or email me at &lt;a href="mailto:richc@oar-inc.org"&gt;richc@oar-inc.org&lt;/a&gt;. I can give you some ideas and answer your questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution to our fear is our conviction to the cause. Please join the fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250809871252756339-1727015922185698690?l=whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1727015922185698690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/2010/01/uncomfortable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250809871252756339/posts/default/1727015922185698690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250809871252756339/posts/default/1727015922185698690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/2010/01/uncomfortable.html' title='Uncomfortable'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642600916250547815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/TR0Hq3QrexI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rERrLnbGy7Y/S220/abbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/S13hfZXf0XI/AAAAAAAAABc/5RXOe8OYLRs/s72-c/163994_9083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250809871252756339.post-9156836807406967913</id><published>2009-06-23T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:03:10.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Got Milk?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/SkFC8fEDFOI/AAAAAAAAABU/ECv0Dmb3zZk/s1600-h/753666_88279783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350631439190922466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/SkFC8fEDFOI/AAAAAAAAABU/ECv0Dmb3zZk/s320/753666_88279783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Robin Afrik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen a man&lt;br /&gt;Completely on his knees&lt;br /&gt;Desperate&lt;br /&gt;For another drink&lt;br /&gt;A drop of liquor&lt;br /&gt;To make his tongue sing!&lt;br /&gt;To calm his mind&lt;br /&gt;To give him faith&lt;br /&gt;To help him escape the torture of this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have seen a man&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in a business suit&lt;br /&gt;Unashamed—coming completely undone&lt;br /&gt;Before a crowd of people&lt;br /&gt;Strangers who they know not&lt;br /&gt;Having only one thing on his mind&lt;br /&gt;Drinking unashamed from the cup&lt;br /&gt;Or the tap of life giving water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch while&lt;br /&gt;His soul is being quenched&lt;br /&gt;By this elixir&lt;br /&gt;His body cannot sustain in this world&lt;br /&gt;With out depending on this&lt;br /&gt;Day to day—hour by hour&lt;br /&gt;Minute by minute&lt;br /&gt;He&lt;br /&gt;Comes undone&lt;br /&gt;Naked&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Before the power of his dependence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also seen a man&lt;br /&gt;Completely on his knees&lt;br /&gt;Desperate&lt;br /&gt;For another drink&lt;br /&gt;Of the Holy Spirit&lt;br /&gt;Just a drop of his presence&lt;br /&gt;To make his tongue sing!&lt;br /&gt;To calm his mind&lt;br /&gt;To give him faith&lt;br /&gt;To help him escape the torture of this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have seen a man&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in a business suit&lt;br /&gt;Unashamed-coming completely undone&lt;br /&gt;Before a crowd of people&lt;br /&gt;Strangers who they know not&lt;br /&gt;Having only one thing on his mind&lt;br /&gt;Drinking unashamed from the cup&lt;br /&gt;Of the tap of the life giving water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch while&lt;br /&gt;His soul is being quenched&lt;br /&gt;By the Holy Spirit&lt;br /&gt;His body cannot sustain in this world&lt;br /&gt;With out depending on this&lt;br /&gt;Day to day-hour by our&lt;br /&gt;Minute by minute&lt;br /&gt;He comes undone (before the Lord)&lt;br /&gt;Naked&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Before the power of his dependence&lt;br /&gt;On God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250809871252756339-9156836807406967913?l=whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/feeds/9156836807406967913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/got-milk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250809871252756339/posts/default/9156836807406967913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250809871252756339/posts/default/9156836807406967913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/got-milk.html' title='&quot;Got Milk?&quot;'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642600916250547815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/TR0Hq3QrexI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rERrLnbGy7Y/S220/abbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/SkFC8fEDFOI/AAAAAAAAABU/ECv0Dmb3zZk/s72-c/753666_88279783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250809871252756339.post-3730543667400566041</id><published>2009-06-11T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:08:38.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictive Behaviors</title><content type='html'>'We continually create a world that accommodates addictive behaviors. In fact, we derive success on being co-dependant of addictive behaviors or- things that can easily fall into behaviors turning addictive." R.A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250809871252756339-3730543667400566041?l=whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3730543667400566041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/addictive-behaviors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250809871252756339/posts/default/3730543667400566041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250809871252756339/posts/default/3730543667400566041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/addictive-behaviors.html' title='Addictive Behaviors'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642600916250547815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/TR0Hq3QrexI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rERrLnbGy7Y/S220/abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250809871252756339.post-1643612001104872340</id><published>2009-03-04T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:27:14.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“I thought they were smarter than that…”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/Sa9FeoJbyrI/AAAAAAAAABE/zWcxdWQYqRc/s1600-h/1083012_89422836.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/Sa9F8FkKrqI/AAAAAAAAABM/zIQCmqn4fZY/s1600-h/brain4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309539384281444002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/Sa9F8FkKrqI/AAAAAAAAABM/zIQCmqn4fZY/s200/brain4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was the statement made by someone when it was discovered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that a mutual acquaintance was in the late chronic stages of substance addiction and might very well die from the disease. The implication was that “smart people” don’t succumb to the disease of addiction. The statement drove home to me just how much misunderstanding there is around the phenomenon of addiction. Substance addiction is a brain disease – it has been recognized as such for over 50 years by the medical sciences. The idea (logic) that a high IQ or an advanced academic degree will somehow protect a person from succumbing to addiction is no sounder than saying the same would protect a person from the flu or cancer. Diseases simply do not work that way. Addiction, like cancer, is an opportunistic disease that is no respecter of race, gender, age, years of school, IQ, or annual income. It is a brain disease. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250809871252756339-1643612001104872340?l=whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1643612001104872340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-thought-they-were-smarter-than-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250809871252756339/posts/default/1643612001104872340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250809871252756339/posts/default/1643612001104872340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-thought-they-were-smarter-than-that.html' title='“I thought they were smarter than that…”'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642600916250547815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/TR0Hq3QrexI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rERrLnbGy7Y/S220/abbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/Sa9F8FkKrqI/AAAAAAAAABM/zIQCmqn4fZY/s72-c/brain4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250809871252756339.post-6128321246890640618</id><published>2009-02-23T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:11:18.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Façade of Wholeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What does it &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; like to be whole? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are much more familiar with what it feels like to have something missing in our lives.  There is always something we want or desire and more often than not, the object of our desire is not within our control.  Yet we have determined in our minds that if we could just possess that one thing (success, better friends, a relationship, etc.) life would then be good.  We would feel whole.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A better question would be what does it feel like to be content?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250809871252756339-6128321246890640618?l=whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6128321246890640618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/facade-of-wholeness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250809871252756339/posts/default/6128321246890640618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250809871252756339/posts/default/6128321246890640618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/facade-of-wholeness.html' title='The Façade of Wholeness'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642600916250547815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/TR0Hq3QrexI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rERrLnbGy7Y/S220/abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250809871252756339.post-3229445858760360943</id><published>2009-02-17T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:46:13.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings</title><content type='html'>Erwin McManus writes in his book, Soul Cravings, "My soul, it seems, always desires and demands, and no matter how I try to satisfy it, it always craves more. No, not more, but something I can't seem to understand. My soul craves, but for what I don't know. And there I tell you is at least half my problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I agree with Erwin - I can recognize WHEN I'm craving...but more often than not, I don't know WHAT I really want. As a result I end up trying one thing after another to make the feeling stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250809871252756339-3229445858760360943?l=whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3229445858760360943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/cravings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250809871252756339/posts/default/3229445858760360943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250809871252756339/posts/default/3229445858760360943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererecoverybecomesreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/cravings.html' title='Cravings'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642600916250547815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWrWCyWeGf4/TR0Hq3QrexI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rERrLnbGy7Y/S220/abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
