Drugs & Alcohol Addiction, A Disease OR NOT?? MY TWO CENTS…

[Rochelle Richey]  IN MY OPINION, DRUGS IS NOT A DISEASE IT IS A CHOICE. I CHOSE TO SMOKE AND SNORT CRACK COCAINE, POP PILLS, DRINK EXCESSIVE ALCOHOL AND SNORT HEROIN.

IN MY OPINION, DRUGS IS NOT A DISEASE IT IS A CHOICE. I CHOSE TO SMOKE AND SNORT CRACK COCAINE, POP PILLS, DRINK EXCESSIVE ALCOHOL AND SNORT HEROIN.

I HAD AN ADDICTION THAT CAME FROM VOIDS AND BROKEN PLACES IN MY LIFE. BECAUSE OF MY BROKENNESS, I CHOSE TO MEDICATE AND ESCAPE WITH PAINFUL PLEASURES. THE DRUGS AND ALCOHOL AFFECTED MY THOUGHT PROCESS, MY PERCEPTION OF PEOPLE AND LIFE IN GENERAL. IT AFFECTED MY COGNITIVE THINKING. I DON’T AGREE THAT IT IS A BRAIN DISEASE. IT’S AN ADDICTION TO A SYNTHETIC DRUG THAT AFFECTS THE BRAIN.

AS THE LADY SAID IN THE VIDEO, IT WASN’T A GENE THAT I WAS PREDISPOSED TO BUT A CHOICE I MADE TO USE TO ESCAPE THE PAIN I LIVED WITH. A CHOICE TO USE A HABIT FORMING SUBSTANCE TO FEED A PSYCHOLOGICAL NEED. AS MY BODY ADAPTED TO THE SUBSTANCE, I CRAVED EVEN MORE TO GET THE EFFECTS OF THE ORIGINAL HIGH. THE COCAINE IS ALREADY ADDICTIVE BUT ALSO SYNTHETICALLY PREPARED TO TURN YOU INTO A CRACKHEAD OR COKE HEAD…AND WHEN USED FOR A LONG PERIOD OF TIME IT CAUSES SERIOUS EFFECTS TO YOUR MENTAL STABILITY. IT’S A MONEY MAKING BUSINESS.

IS IT EASY TO STOP USING ? NO. IS IT SOMETHING YOU WANT TO CONTINUE TO DO? NO. BUT THE THOUGHT OF NOT USING IS TERRIFYING BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS; YOU WILL ENCOUNTER DEVASTATING WITHDRAWALS, EVEN MORE SICKNESS BEFORE YOU GET OUT OF THIS HELL. YOU HAVE THE FEAR OF FACING REAL LIFE AND ACKNOWLEDGING ALL THE HURT AND PAIN THAT YOU HAVE CAUSED TO YOURSELF AND OTHERS. THE SHAME CAN BE UNBEARABLE. YOU HAVE THE FEAR OF GETTING BACK INTO SOCIETY, BEING A PRODUCTIVE CITIZEN MOVING ON AND MAKING SOMETHING OF YOURSELF. YOU ALSO HAVE TO BEGIN HEALING TO LEARN WHY YOU TOOK THIS ROUTE IN THE FIRST PLACE; WHICH MEANS YOU HAVE TO VISIT THE DARK PLACES THAT YOU FOR SO MANY YEARS YOU ESCAPED. SOME WOULD RATHER DIE IN THEIR ADDICTION BECAUSE DIGGING OUT OF THIS DARK TUNNEL OF PAIN IS JUST TO MUCH.

BUT THAN YOU HAVE THE ADDICT THAT SAYS ENOUGH IS ENOUGH AND THEY WILL DO ANYTHING, GO ANY ROUTE THEY HAVE TO, TO BE FREE. THE ADDICT THAT BELIEVES DEEP DOWN INSIDE THAT THERE HAS TO BE MORE TO LIFE FOR THEM. THEY REFUSE TO DIE. SOME COME OUT OF THE ADDICTION AND IS ABLE TO MOVE ON. OTHERS MAY HAVE LONG TERM ILLNESSES AND OTHERS MENTAL DAMAGES THAT WERE CAUSED BY THE CHEMICALS THEY CHOSE TO PUT INTO THEIR BODY.

I BELIEVE THAT DRUGS ARE A CHOICE, THAT TURNS INTO A HABIT THAT BECOMES AN ADDICTION. AN ADDICTION THAT CAUSES DEPRESSION, ANXIETIES, HALLUCINATIONS, BROKEN DREAMS, SHATTERED RELATIONSHIPS AND MANY SLEEPINESS NIGHTS; FOR SOME PROSTITUTION, CRIME, JAIL AND TO MANY SUICIDE OR DEATH BY OVERDOSE OR THE HEART JUST STOP BEATING. IT BREAKS MY HEART WHEN I SEE BROKEN PEOPLE IN ADDICTION…I CRY BECAUSE I KNOW HOW THEY FEEL AND WHAT THEY ARE DEALING WITH.

IF YOU ARE WILLING TO ADDRESS THE ROOT OF THE ISSUE WITH A SINCERE DEDICATION TO WALK THROUGH THE PROCESS OF HEALING; WITH GOD ON YOUR SIDE YOU WILL WIN.

I CHOOSE TO LIVE…I CHOOSE TO WIN…I CHOSE THE LIGHT

I BELIEVE THAT WHAT YOU SPEAK IS WHAT YOU ARE. I BELIEVE THAT LIFE AND DEATH IS IN THE POWER OF THE TONGUE. SO I DON’T BELIEVE  THE STATEMENT ” ONCE AN ADDICT ALWAYS AN ADDICT”…NO WONDER THE REHAB CENTERS HAVE REVOLVING DOORS.

THIS WASN’T AN EASY PROCESS FOR ME. I FOUGHT AGAINST MY ADDICTION ENDLESSLY FOR THE FIRST THREE YEARS…CHANGING MY ENTIRE ENVIRONMENT, MY ENTIRE WORLD. ELIMINATING EVERY SINGLE THING AND PERSON THAT REMINDED ME OF GETTING HIGH…EVEN TV SHOWS… THE MORE I FOUGHT THE STRONGER I GOT… UNTIL MY WILL TO LIVE WAS BIGGER THAN MY ADDICTION. AS I BEGAN TO LIVE MY ADDICTION BEGAN TO DIE.

I THEN TOOK STEPS TO BEGIN THE PROCESS OF HEALING THE PAIN THAT I’D ESCAPED AND NUMBED MYSELF WITH DRUGS.YOU HAVE TO GET RID OF THE PAIN IN ORDER TO RID THE ADDICTION. AN ADDICT HAVE TO LEARN WAYS TO COPE INSTEAD OF WAYS TO ESCAPE.

I ROCHELLE RICHEY WAS IN ADDICTION FOR 20 YEARS
CLEAN FOR 15 YEARS AND COUNTING
NO REHAB, NO RELAPSE
JUST A CHOICE TO LIVE
LEARN TO LOVE YOUR SELF
HEAL BEFORE YOU DEAL
CHANGE THE WAY YOU THINK
PUT GOD FIRST IN EVERYTHING
CHANGE YOUR LIFE

THERE IS LIGHT AT THE END OF THAT DARK TUNNEL…YOU CAN LIVE…

 

“MY FIRST PERCEPTION OF A MAN” EXCERPT FROM MY PERSONAL MEMOIR ” A BLACK ROSE THRIVED”

While riding my bike, I became thirsty. I remembered the punch mama made and I went upstairs to get a drink. She would make it with lemons and sliced oranges. I use to love to swirl the frosty glass in a circular motion and hear the sound of the large ice cubes as they hit the glass…so mouth watering, cool and refreshing. Now that dad was gone, she’d picked up some of her motherly ways again…with baking and setting the table, just like old times.

It was about noon, I rushed upstairs to my apartment, opened the screen door and the big door was locked. That was weird because mom kept the door unlocked when we would play outside. So I began to knock on the door and call her, “Ma ! I’m thirsty! Open up!” I called several times. I then heard a loud thump from the other side of the door, like someone had run into it. I heard my mom screaming and crying at the same time, “Please stop! Oh God Help! Help me!” I ran to the window which was on the left side of the door. I pressed my left cheek against it so that I can try and see her from the corner of my eye…through the crack of the security bars and hanging window shade. Oh my God!…it was my dad in there beating her like a punching bag in her midsection, one blow after another, like a mad man! My Dad was at least 5′ 8″ 260 lbs., my mom about 5′ 5″ 170 lbs., nine months pregnant…no match at all.

I couldn’t scream or shout because I started to shake out of control. Even if I’d asked for help, no one would because they feared him. So I stayed in the doorway while crying in a fetal position, helplessly listening to my mom’s excruciating cry for help. I listened to her wounded heart begged to be saved from the hands of the man, who stole her heart and introduced her to his isolated dark and morbid world; “My First Perception of A Man.”

As I sat there between the doors, shaking and gripping my stomach, I listened to my mom’s moans slowly fade out. I realized it was finally over. I could hear her faint voice moaning, crying and praying. I visualized my mom, sliding down into the fetal position just as I was on the other side of the door…and there we were, both trapped in a world that appeared to be unable to escape. I placed the palms of my hands on the door, along with my cheek. I closed my tearful eyes and in my mind, I held her and rocked her in my arms while whispering in her ear, “If I was the mom, I would take you away.”

I didn’t understand this type of love. I couldn’t help but wonder, would he love me this way one day? I made myself a promise to always do the right thing and never upset him. I never wanted to feel that type of love. (The seed of abuse had now mentally been planted)

Later that night, my mom gave birth to a ten-pound baby boy. It was the happiest but the saddest day of my life. I couldn’t understand why a gracious God from Heaven would let a beautiful miracle be born in a place called “Hell.”

http://amzn.to/1LWCQCl ” A BLACK ROSE THRIVED”

AUTHOR ROCHELLE RICHEY ©2016