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6 Signs Showing You Can't Handle Your Addiction

6 Signs Showing You Can't Handle Your Addiction

What are the signs that show you've lost control of your addiction? Having a life with addiction could be a very difficult time.

Having managed it for a considerable length of time, I lost and recaptured control of my life, my brain and my body after what felt like an unfathomable length of time of battle, nervousness, and gloom. During that dark period, I felt lost to outside world and cared less about anything.


When I began using I felt like all of my fears were rendered inactive.


All of my worries and challenges abruptly mixed and disappeared throughout that overpowering feeling of fake happiness and gladness that finally lead to my gravest moment.

One of the most difficult phases of my dependence were the first few months before really going into therapy. Not having the capacity to recognize I had an issue was what took control of my consistently and made me delve like a maniac in my own mind searching for reasons and motivations to legitimize my disposition, until I at last acknowledged it had taken away all that I thought about, everybody I ever adored and each fantasy I ever had.


The Following Are The 6 Signs That Opened My Understanding Making Me Realise How I Lost Control Over My Life

  • Everyday feels just the same, no joy, only darkness.

Regardless of the quantity of the substance I took, my addiction made me feel disillusioned about life in general. Depression assumed control me like an overwhelming cover that prevented me from moving in any heading. Everything appeared to be hopeless and the guilt I began to feel could only be likened to the frustration I knew I was bringing on my loved ones. Everything appeared to be an acts of futility and the feeling of disappointment I began feeling must be contrasted and the failure I knew I was bringing about to my friends and family. Everything in my life was telling me that I was the worst person for letting down everyone who cared about me, that I have made the worst mistakes over and over again. The frustration and guilt were like a loop, went on and on, giving me an excuse to go back to using the reason of the frustration, I did not realize that I was feeding the loop. By using it over and over again, I hit the bottom of depression and I felt like I could not crawl my way out, I was so hopeless in the darkest place to be. At that point, all the sadness and feeling of failure were such a heavy load, that my habit of using to get rid of the feeling was just dragging me further into it.

  • All the things you pay attention to fades out till you miss it

Some of the people I had close to me during my time as a stoner were present to support me till the very end, and for this, I'm so grateful. But not all the people were like that, some left me and never came back, the addiction that I had, they just did not get it. Because of the lowest point I hit, I lost some people that actually cared about me and wanted to help me going through hard times, I just made them leave. I became so obsessed with just taking the next dose, that I allow it to render every other thing less significant. I began to report wiped out at work since I didn't crave going. I avoid meeting people I loved because I could not imagine myself without using for a long time, it tied me down. Life phased down itself to only one thing, and that single thing was what switched the lights off in my life to the extent that I lost all I once cared about.

  • You lose control of your ordinary

Self-control was never my most powerful suit. I had repeatedly lied to myself that I would quit drugs every time I took drugs. I always wanted to take more of the substance during such times as a sign of my quitting the drug use. Dejection and anxiety assumed and I could not anymore confront any person or view individuals in the eye without feeling sorrow. I hid in my flat day and night, dropping any other duties. At the point when bills came they began to heap up on the table. Now and again the telephone wouldn't quit ringing since everyone knew there was something incorrectly going ahead in my life; I simply would not like to disclose to them they were correct. I felt like didn't have control over anything any longer. Not even the time, place or even the quantity I took.

  • The constant lies not only to people who care about you but also to yourself never looks like ending.

This was maybe the thing that compounded the situation than what they could've been. Clearly, the lies had the role they played in my self-destruction, but the truth remains that these lies are due to what everyone would think about my addiction, but eventually they were not sustainable. I was adopting money from allies and family, never being in a capable to offer it in return. Addiction was demolishing my life from numerous points of view, fiscally, sincerely and naturally. I was manhandling my body. I quit eating, quit dealing with myself, began shedding pounds at a disturbing rate; everybody knew I was having issues and they all needed to help, however misleading them and myself simply developed a divider amongst them and me. It assembles a yet much greater and thicker divider amongst me and myself. I consistently and with vigour continued to lie to myself about the so many reasons why I should stay addicted.

  • You pursue getting intoxicated so as to prevent withdrawal

Withdrawal is one of the most unpleasant experiences a user can have. Depression, frustration and other negative feelings are something that everyone do not want to keep, for an addict, those are more like feelings to avoid. I was utilizing to never lose that high feeling since I realized what came after and I couldn't manage it. It's such a strong and extreme condition that you feel like it's the only solution is by taking more and more frequently. The way I handled my feelings, made it worse and worse because I lost control of myself.

  • You care about nothing else

The silly reasons ultimately gave way. All the bonds with adorable ones were ended by me. Every one of my feelings of dread turned out to be valid and I no longer thought about whatever else other than being high. I drove every person out of my life and just a few decided to hold on outside for the chance to come up where they could return and support me. I was neck deep into drugs that I had no interest whatever in anything else. I lost my job, my phone stopped ringing, even my family started to take steps back and leave me.


At this point, words from those I loved the most began to beat inside my head. When I thought all was lost, when I knew that I reached the worst possible situation, I discovered I needed help and there were enough around to assist me in moving out of that dark and deep well I carelessly entered into.


Staying with a dependence is possibly the most difficult situation I have ever experienced, and surely could as well be the toughest thing my family and allies have ever undergone. I know things could've been a little bit easier for everyone if we all understand a little more about what dependence signifies not just to the user but also to the family. The period when my situation looked gloomy, the people close to me observed all these signs I was missing.

I was saved by my loving and patient family and friends.


I thought everything was lost however at last, I experienced a recuperation procedure that opened my eyes to another upbeat solid life, where I haven't overlooked my past yet I pardoned myself for what I did and requested absolution without disgrace. It was not easy, I won't deceive you, but I'm so glad that I wasn't unaccompanied and that I still have people who have confidence in me until I recovered.

Addictions can be managed better when these signs are identified and informing the individual involved that you understand their predicament regardless of how disillusioned the situation might be could provide hope in the recovery process.