I have a mate like you, very annoying he is. After years struggling to get off smack and crack, and a few years completely clean, he smokes one or two spliffs a day, and can have one bottle of designer lager in the pub - and not even ****ing finish it, the bastard. I can't do that, and there's no sense wishing I could.
I have a lot of trouble sometimes, trying to explain to people who don't understand that, no, I can't just have one. One drink's no ****ing use to me, never has been - I either avoid that first drink altogether (which is not difficult these days) or you'd better warn the landlord to get some more kegs in and be ready to stay open until ****ing doomesday, or until my money runs out, whichever is the quicker.
If you gave me my own brewery, a suitcase full of bugle and another one full of brown for the comedowns, it wouldn't be enough.
A tough one explaining that to people who haven't experienced the mad alky's raging thirst. But as you said about depression, why should they understand, really? A lot of things don't make any sense until you've lived them.
Do you still keep in touch with any of your NA buddies? For some reason, ex drunks and junkies are some of the sweetest people you can meet.
I know exactly where you're coming from mate, 100% the same with me and drugs back then. Same illness just different substances. Respect.
I'm still in touch with a few of them, some local and some from various other places I've lived. Mainly keep in touch over the phone though tbh as I wouldn't want to jeopardise their recovery. I know they'd do anything to help and vice versa. Like you say, some people that are ex-addicts are seriously nice down to earth people. I guess queuing up at the gates of hell does change your outlook on life.
Some of the **** I did or went through I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.
Non addicts will never understand addiction, it's alien to them. The feelings, the situations, can't be read in a book. That's why I went into the substance misuse field in the prisons, I knew they'd get me, and I got them. Made such a difference, compared to some of my colleagues - many times the inmates would ask to see me and no one else. Bit awkward for the rest of the team, but that's how it is.
. After years struggling to get off smack and crack, and a few years completely clean, he smokes one or two spliffs a day, and can have one bottle of designer lager in the pub - and not even ****ing finish it, the bastard. I can't do that, and there's no sense wishing I could.