Addiction or habit?

I have always wondered about programs such as Alcoholics Anonymous. Well not really about them, but how they work for so many people with serious addiction. I have never had any dealings with them, but I was a smoker many years ago, so I have some insight to the issues at hand for someone who does have need of such a program.

What I do not understand is it appears the program is based on something outside of a person. The idea that addiction is not something I do, but something I can not control and need help with, is the way I understand the program foundation. I am sure I am not the first person to question this concept, but it does seem odd to me. If there were a smoker’s anonymous I would not have shown up at the first meeting and told the group that I can not control my smoking addiction? If I could not control my smoking then logic makes me think I would still be smoking today?

After all how can I not control something, and yet be able to quit when it becomes less important than something else? If I was helplessly addicted to smoking, then I would still be a smoker, or be an almost dead smoker from one of the many smoking diseases. In my case I replaced smoking with something more important to me. That something was not becoming one of the people almost dead from a smoking disease.

If there had been a smokers anonymous, I fail to see what I would have gained joining the group? What kind of mind trick is it to be addicted to something that I can not stop on my own and expect someone else to do it for me? Perhaps it is a need that an Anonymous program solves to mend the reason that causes the abuse? Perhaps the real need is to have another person(s) intervene in someone’s behalf that helps them change their behavior?

I really do not know, and I am projecting possibilities of how these programs work. For myself, it seems I continue a behavior until that behavior is no longer important. I relate it to being young, and lonely. How lonely does a person have to be before they accept that maybe they are responsible for their loneliness? If no one knows you are alive, you can not expect someone to find you, and want to hang out with you, or you with them.

My greatest respect to you if you are in one of these programs and it is working for you. More respect for the people who keep the meetings going who were once walking through the doors for the first time themselves. I know I could not spend several hours a week hanging around with smokers, and not take up smoking again myself and become addicted again. It takes some special internal fortitude. How does one be intimate and distant at the same time in these meetings? Perhaps in the anonymous process people find a new kind of courage, or determination that helps them maintain distance while at the same time being close, and able to make real change in helping someone with their addiction.

I have found in my life that bad habits I had were only around until they were replaced by something that I wanted more. Maybe that is the key to why the programs work? People wake up one day so desperate that they want release more than anything else? They look around and the only hand being held out for them is an Anonymous hand, and they take it, because they can’t go through another day living like they are. Then perhaps through the strength of that anonymous hand they conquer their addiction.

Good people all of them. If these good people did not exist, we would have one less measure of how truly wonderful our lives are. Because we can use these people as a measuring stick of how good our lives truly are, we can also see the amazing miracle the people running anonymous meetings really are. I hope I measure up, at least to the length their shadows on a noon day.

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Belief and a child’s thinking turned adult

One day, perhaps relaxing at the lake, or maybe camping I had an interesting thought. For no reason I started pondering why do I think what I think? Why do I believe what I believe? I thought this was interesting because before this moment I never stopped to think about why I believed what I did. Could I have built a whole belief system without ever thinking how these beliefs came to be so ingrained in me?

I started down the process of what I believed and why. Some of my earliest memories floated into my thoughts. One that I remember fondly is my parents sitting on the couch smoking cigarettes, and talking quietly. The sunshine was pouring its rays in through the windows. It must not have been summer time because all the windows were closed.

So here I am, a young child, and the room is filling with small billowing clouds of cigarette smoke floating in the air, looking like approaching fog in a scary movie. I remember sitting on the floor looking at the clouds of smoke moving lazily around the room filling up the clear spots. Just like the clouds I would see outside. I thought how fun it would be to fly through them!

So I did want any little kid would do seeing the smoke and thinking about the clouds outside. I stood up, put my arms straight out from my side and pretended to be an airplane as I ran around the room tilting to and fro. It is such a happy memory from when I was a child. Everything was right with the world. As young children we play, sleep, and play some more, such is our world at that age.

My next thought was thinking about my beliefs and why did I start smoking when I did? I thought of all the not smoking teaching I had in school when I was older, not the specifics, but the general pertinent points. I remember coming home from school and parroting to my folks how bad smoking was for them, and asking them if they would quit? Back in those days, some doctors still advised their patients to either take up smoking because it would help them relax, or keep smoking for those same reasons. My parents doctor was in that group, so they said.

When smoking and other poor health habits caught up with my Dad, he was forced to go to the hospital having a major heart attack. Not the minor ones, he thought he had suffered from previously that he chose to blame on indigestion. He lived through that heart attack, and was instructed by the doctor that treated him to quit smoking, and start walking at least a mile a day.

One of my fathers brothers had a heart attack within the year (same health habits), and the doctor gave him the same instructions. Quit smoking and exercise to heal his heart and lengthen his life. I remember my Father and Uncle talking after my uncle had been released from the hospital. They were sitting on the porch smoking, discussing their heart attacks and the doctors instructions. It did not take them long to agree the doctors were wrong. They agreed that quitting smoking, and exercising would place too much dangerous stress on their hearts. It would probably kill them. They both agreed with this thought, sitting on the porch smoking.

As I worked through this line of smoking, I knew why it was so easy for me to start smoking. I knew then much of what I believed in, and sometimes believed in strongly came from the earliest memory’s of my world as a child. Almost everything from what foods I did and did not like, to my faith was an auto install from when I was a child. It sure was disconcerting to think that a large part of my belief system came from a time when I was too young to question what was going on in my young child life. I felt suddenly like I was standing at the edge of he Grand Canyon. So started the journey of evaluating almost every thought and belief I ever held. I was already a non smoker by this time…thankfully.

Once I arrived at this point, I knew why they believed what they did, and how haphazard my own beliefs might be. It is a serious undertaking to think that everything you think you know may be wrong and you are living in a belief system that is built on sand that could wash away any moment. I have found it is better for my life, to go through the validating, and throw away process of everything I believed in than to simply wrap myself in what was the cotton candy forming the bedrock of my life.

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