#alcoholics anonimous

[lordsofthedrinks]

Billy Joel, a legendary singer-songwriter, who used booze as 'medication'

Billy Joel, a legendary singer-songwriter, who used booze as ‘medication’

Musician Billy Joel still enjoys the finer things in life. Without a doubt Billy Joel (1949) is one of the most successful singer-songwriters from the previous century. Hits like Piano Man and She’s Always a Woman are still played by radio stations all over the world. But the American artist also gained a reputation of a hopeless drunk, who became too lazy to bring out new tracks, crashed cars…

[paula-of-christ]

how do you know your fiance doesn't watch p*rn? i'm not doubting him but almost everyone that's told me something similar has found out at some point that their husband/boyfriend/friend watches p*rn anyway, and just hides it. it makes me uncomfortable because when you look online, with the anonimity, men talk about it freely. i've even seen religious men remark that they "gave in to their urges" and then getting edged on by other men to go to confession ... but like, maybe i don't want someone who gives in to their urges? maybe i don't want to forgive every 5 seconds?

Based on our conversations about it when we started dating. Rather than trying to prove "no really, I wont do it" he told me that he just doesn't. And when I asked him about it, he looked at me confused, like that was the weirdest thing to ask/it was obvious that he wouldn't watch porn or masturbate. That it has made him feel dirty in the past, and that he views it as cheating when he is in a relationship.

I can also tell that he is telling the truth based on his conviction on other things, like alcohol. He has a strict code for himself to never have alcohol ever, he never has and never will, to the point where if he did ever decide to drink, he would probably want to end his own life because that's how deeply this conviction resides.

I think its also important to point out that my fiancé wasn't Christian/he isn't Catholic. He has been attending Mass with me since the beginning of Lent, but he has no Christian formation, he isnt baptized, he wasn't raised in any particular church. He came to this conclusion about porn and masturbation on his own, and he believes that it is his sole responsibility (as with any other man) to control their urges. That the man shouldn't need help from his significant other, and should be able to control themselves. He also thinks it's very easy to control it, and doesn't really desire that sort of thing anyways. He would much rather do cute things with me like going on dates or cook together, which we have done a couple times for d&d, and it's much more enjoyable for him.

Its probably also good to point out that my fiancé isn't online at all. He has a Facebook, but rarely uses it. Pretty much the only thing he does online/with a computer is when he plays games, he invites his friends online as well. But otherwise he isnt on his computer/phone. I'm online way more than he is, since I'm on here. And I think being online is the biggest reason all these guys have porn addictions. If they just stopped using their phones and computers for everything and anything throughout the day, and cut out that addiction, the porn addiction would be way easier to cut out.

[canyouheatmeuponafrozennight]

Read: Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Shame I couldn't experience reading this not knowing they're the same person, I didn't expect the whole book to be a mystery on what went on between Jekyll and Hyde (I thought itd be about coming to terms with the monster inside or something). So this is a case of spoilers really ruin the work, huh

Anyway, there are still things I managed to think about on the last chapter, which is most of the pulp of the story once the mystery element is removed.

"Man must be better and more evil" - Having an oversoul of your evil side walking around to keep your good side, well, good does sound somewhat philosophical, but perhaps it's more akin to ventilating stress than making way for the overman. I like how it's not a clear split, Hyde is evil and Jekyll is good, Jekyll is mixed, just a natural, but having this scapegoat in Hyde and fortress in Jekyll keeps him balanced. This way of life is in no way alien to us in reality and modernity, as it's still how some of us live. A good person IRL gets online and spews vile thoughts, attacks and humiliates others for no reason other than their amusement, to vent, to have fun, because the internet isn't reality, because the people they might hurt aren't real. If you saw what someone you like does under anonimity, you might feel the same disgust people feel when looking at Hyde, which is probably not something Stevenson was imagining would happen at the time, which is a bit funny to me. People turn into Hyde much more frequently and don't get punished for it by turning forever into Hyde (in some cases, they do, I suppose), the wonders of science and technology.

Addiction - Jekyll "could have stopped at any time, just one more day as Hyde," and eventually never returned. As a metaphor for how addiction takes over one's lives, it's also very effective. Be it gambling, porn, alcohol or whatever, it's difficult for most to stay clean. Jekyll's suicide then becomes that much more melancholic, as he chose death over the shame of letting his peers see him at rockbottom, better be dead than have everyone know and treat me like an addict.

[straycatboogie]

2023/02/23 English

BGM: Hiroshi Fujiwara - Natural Born Dub

Today I worked early. This morning I enjoyed Hiroshi Fujiwara's album ”Hiroshi Fujiwara In Dub Conference”. It has powerful, but elegant beats and sensitive piano tones so was impressed me a lot. It was when I was a college student that I met this album. At that time, I thought this one was a kind of Japanese city pop called "Shibuya-Kei". In other words, it was a symbol of sophisticated and beautiful urban life. As I wrote before, that city life would be so far apart from this ultra countryside life in Shiso city I lived, therefore it could give me an entertaining life and never was boring. Now I have a different thought. Even though living in Shiso, I can enjoy Hiroshi Fujiwara's music's universal beauty, and also Shiso city has a lot of cheerful friends so I can enjoy funny life with them. I certainly feel that every day.

As I wrote this, at the period of trying to pass the exam of university, I never imagined that I would go to Tokyo, especially brilliant Waseda university. But my elder brother, who already had lived in Tokyo, recommended me that "ho about coming to Tokyo?" so I just thought it would be pleasant to learn how Tokyo was, and tried Waseda. It was a kind of memorial event for me, but I passed so started my campus life. People might see that it is jearous, but all I just can say is that there was no pleasant memories in that life. At the life in Tokyo, I was always confused by the comlicated subway system, the communication with the person next to my room, and also I had to do a lot of systematic things to learn in my campus. So it was a miracle that I could graduate there for just 4 years. Even from now, it was just like a dream or delusion far from here. It was really a hard period.

But one of the things I could received from that Waseda life was that I could touch and learn the internet by using computers the university had. I have been a fan of Motoharu Sano, a Japanese popular rock star, and learned that he had started communicating with fans rapidly. That was the reason I got a mail address from the university and started using the internet… and about 30 years passed! I have experienced some battles and flamings online, and also been criticized by anonimous users. Me, once I was into the idea of how I should "sell" my name, so I might be a scandalous person like Yusuke Narita... Oh my! Today is a day for old tales. Anyway, I was just a foolish "wasedaman" who has never sang the school anthem, but I admit that what I learned from Waseda has been still a part of me.

This evening, I read Robert Harris's book "Aphorism" to the presentation I will do the next month. Aphorism means short phrases which supports someone's life and thought. Just like The Beatles' phrase "Let It Be". My favorite aphorism is the one in this book. "Life is God's Novel. Let Him Write it". Looking back to my life, as the event of entering Waseda I wrote above tells me, everything has been decided beyond my ability. Even my work has been the one the doctor had recommended me that "try to return to the society for half a year", and also I quit alcohol because of headache. I met precious friends, and that let me keep on learning English. I was always "blown" by the wind. How God would write the story about myself? I hope he would write how I could the next soul mate.

[strawberrywritings]

@marvelschriss​ requested a Chibs x reader: Maybe a dating in secret type thing and jax tries to get with the reader and because she doesnt want to cause problems with the club so she keeps quiet until at one of samcros parties jax gets drunk and steps outta line and makes a grab at her So like an angry /angsty chibs with a fluffy ending?? Sorry if that's too specific I've never done one of these

A/N: I’m still gonna keep the reader pretty general, so it can suit everyone. Hope you enjoy xx

/ Masterlist

Summary: Chibs and you are dating secretly, the secret is revealed the night Jax tries to hit on you

It started as a one night stand after a party, he was drunk, you were drunk... you know the ones. But then it turned into a friends with benefits arrangment, and then into a secret relationships. He would come over at your house after the runs, you would go out of town together, him not wearing the kut and enjoying the anonimity that came with it. Neither of you had said the 3 words yet, you knew he’d had a complicated romantic life and you understood it, so you had waited and did not push him to any decision. Of course, though, you would’ve loved to go public, hold hands at the club house, be his Old Lady... but Chibs still wanted to keep it secret. “Only a wee bit longer”, he’d say.

That night at the clubhouse the party was in full swing, the boys were drunk off their asses, croweaters all over the place and alcohol still flowing. As you were bringing beers to the boys, Jax pulled you down on his lap and smiled at you. “Thank you, darlin’”, “No problem, sweetheart”, you made a move to get up, but he kept you there, still smiling.

“I’m the president, now”, he stated proudly, nodding his head. “I know”, you were still smiling, but you were unsure of where the conversation was going. “And I was thinking that I deserve a treat”, he moved one hand to your hip and the other was on the back of your head.

You did not know how to react, you weren’t a croweater, but you also weren’t a “normal girl”, you stuck around because of Chibs... but Jax? Could you say no to the president?

You didn’t want to test your luck, so you went along with everything that Jax said, your night coming to an end when he pulled on your arm and started to drag you to the stairs, possibly to his room. Chibs quicky went to stand in front of the door that lead to the stairs: he had watched your interaction from afar and his blood was boiling.

“Excuse me”, Jax said with his usual smug grin, as he started to push Chibs aside, but the man caught his wrist. “You are not taking her upstairs”, he declared. You stared at him, your eyes screaming “Don’t do this”, because if things got ouf hand... Jax could be very impulsive, especially when drunk.

“Let me through, Chibs”, Jax had a serious look in his eyes and he pulled your body close to his. You were silent all along, not daring to say a word. The guys were starting to notice the tense air around the two men, Bobby and Juice coming up to where you were standing to diffuse some tension.

“Is everything okay here?”, Bobby asked, looking at Jax and then at Chibs. “Not until he lets her go”, Chibs answered right away, not taking his eyes off of Jax. “Chibs, there’s plenty of pussy here, just find someone else to fuck, yeah?” and that was the last straw. Chibs had his hands on the president in less than a second, but he couldn’t do aything, as you, Juice adn Bobby pulled them apart before they could hit each other.

“Guys, what’s the problem?”, poor Juice sounded really confused, bless him. “The problem is that Jax is trying to fuck my woman”, time stopped after Chibs said those words. Jax, Bobby, Juice and a couple of the other who had gathered around looked at him speechless, then looked at you. You stood there frozen, not really knowing what to say. “We’ve- uuh, we’ve been together for a few months, now... we just didn’t tell anybody”, you said as you looked at the ground.

Chibs looked at you as you spoke, his eyes soft and hands itching to reach out and hold you. Jax had a perplexed look on his face, Bobby was serious as he grabbed a bottle of liquor and brought him up the stairs and into his room, leaving him there. Juice had a small smile on his face, “I’m gonna leave you two alone, have a good night”. You smiled softly at him and waved, Chibs nodding. You stood in front of each other for a few seconds, before he grabbed your hand and pulled you outside, to sit down and talk. He sat in the chair next to yours but out of reach.

“I’m sorry, angel, it’s all my fault”, he said, hanging his head and rubbing his face with his hand, resuming to speak and not giving you time to reply. “I should have made you mine months ago, I should’ve said something but I didn’t... and look where we are now”. He slowly shook his head, his hands now clasped in his lap. “It was not your fault, none of this is your faul. You could have said something, yes, but you had no idea we would have ended up in this situation.”, you said calmly, scooting closer to him and putting one hand on his back and one on top of his clasped ones. “Jax is going to be fucking angry at me”, you shook your head, “Jax is gonna understand your point of view, if he even remembers this happened”, you concluded with a smile.

There were a couple of silent moments, “I love you”, it was quiet, but you heard it. You heard him. “I love you and I never said anything because I thought that this was going to end and I didn’t want to be vulnerable”. You got up from the chair you were sat on and crouched down in front of him, taking his face in your hands. “I love you too”, and you kissed him. It was slow and tender and it made you feel warm inside. “I’d really like to go home with you, right now, cuddle a bit and then sleep. What do you say, baby?”, you smiled as he kissed your forehead. “Sounds good, angel, let’s go home”.

SOA taglist: @naytraydr

[trashcatsnark]

8, 10, 12 and 16 for the ur V question thingy plssssssssssssss

AHHHHH THANK YOUUU JUNIEE BUGG

8. favorite weapons & build types?

I mean firstly, i cheat my ass off, so i have max everything. But as far as what i actually prefer and what reflects in my V; melee weapons, with a body/reflex/and then cool focus. My V grew up in a nomad family who didnt believe in cyberware-ey tech stuff beyond fixing up vehicles. Its a clan with no netrunners, no interest in the net space. So, while she is in the process of adapting and can do some of the netrunner shit (the basics) its just not her pick, shes far more adept at grabbing a weapon and swinging. As far as weapons go; 3 weapon slots mean, 1 blade, 1 blunt weapon, and one gun. While not confined to game mechanics in fic, i think this is still a approach to weapons that work. Knives/blades are her favorite; machete, stinger knife, and katana being high on the list. Blunt weaponry is next; baseball bat and sledgehammer. Guns are her least favorite tbh; but having iron is crucial in night city, she'd probably have something akin to a desert eagle pistol. (I dont know much guns so i may have got the name wrong) its not in game, but its a low tech, high caliber, devastating damage.

10. where would be your ideal place to live in NC? or would you prefer to follow the open road?

A part of my V loves the city, the anonimity and the buzz of excitement. And she loves her apartment, as much as she'd like a bathtub and a cleaner building. Its her, its the first living space (other than her rattler car) that is just hers.

However, former nomad, she does still often find herself longing for the road. Due to her...strained relationship with her nomad family, she doesnt always feel like she could be safe out in the badlands. But...god does she miss the quiet even when she has hearing aids in, she misses the serenity at times, the feeling of careening down an abandoned road at mach speed, windows down, and no one else around for miles. Those moments where she wasnt just a traitor on the run, when for a moment it felt like the world was hers. She knows what she has in Night City is actually hers, she knows she safer (which sounds ironic) , and shes finally living life once she gets there. But those moments, that feeling is not something you can capture in the city and fuck if she dont miss it.

12. does the rocker lifestyle (either as a rocker or somewhere behind the scenes) sound appealing to you?

Not really, not for my V at least. Concerts are fun, the energy and the vibe. But as far as being a rocker...yeah no.

A) shes not crazy comfortable with attention, she literally hides her name, face, and voice when she can. When she does get attention, for her building merc reputation and the more uh high profile jobs. Shes viscerally uncomfortable. Unlike canon V, my V doesnt want or need the world to know she exists to remember her; only the people in it who matter to her.

B) Drinking and drug use arent her thing either, from that aspect. She only really drinks as a social pressure thing when needed, ie someone orders her a drink and she doesnt wanna be a rude shit. My V is the person who orders a cherry cola at the bar because alcohol tastes bad god damn it.

I will say despite these... thanks to a certain constructs memories...she has developed a certain attachment to the idea of fucking in a backstage dressing room. But thats about it.

16. if being a merc was off the table, what would be your ideal NC job/lifestyle?

Hmm, as weird as this sounds, i think my V sometimes envies like waitresses and shit. Because while yes, customer service sucks ass, it just seems so normal and quiet and like a part of her wishes she could have just cut out a simple little life like that for herself. To spend her days handing off pancakes and serving coffee instead of snapping necks or stealing; to make an honest living.

[nyanevil]

//Boop. Movie night. Sorry for taking so long.//

//Possible OOC. @perfectdayforsomemeihem //

Movie night was going to be lonely.

Mei carefully put sweets on a countertop and released a heavy sigh.

There was a cartoon board near Winston's office: good folk of newly born Overwatch pinned there meeting dates, public announcements, gazette articles and even anonimous sketches.

Yesterday, at Halloween's Eve, Mei, overcoming her shyness and social awkwardness, pinned there a little flyer with carefully picked words, announcing

MOVIE NIGHT

30 OF OCTOBER

PICK A BEVERAGE OR BRING YOURS

LOTS OF POPCORN

NO ALCOHOL REQUIRED

See you there! Ling-Zhou M.

But nobody came.

Some agents were on a mission (something-something-Eichenwalde), some were too exhausted to function - Zenyatta, being an omnic-monk, excused both himself and cozy snuggled Genji in his lap, apart from others.

Mei just said it was okay - what else could she say? - and shrugged her crawling sadness off. She wasn't gonna lose her self-confidence over minor incident.

Snowball, beeping in alert, led her out of her thoughts.

"Here she is, ya wretch, quit pestering me!"

Mei greeted Junkrat with wide eyes and her cocked up ice gun.

"Oi, don't shoot!", yelled Rat and threw his lanky hands into the air, looking genuinely scared. "Didn't lay a finger on ya scra-- bot, cross me heart!"

Snowball gently whirred, taking a soothing circle in the air near its owner; Mei looked at it with worry, but lowered her weapon - omnic showed no sign of life-treating injury.

"Why are you here?" asked scientist then, cocking her hips. Rat swallowed, but composed himself and nonchalantly shrugged.

"Heard t'was a movie night, food and drinks and all", he looked around expectantly and furrowed his brows. "Too late?"

She shaked her head, packing ice gun away. Junkrat maybe was, indeed, a no-good bully, but she wasn't gonna kill him over minor incident.

"No, it's just--"

"Oh", he interrupted, knowingly, making a beeline to the bowl of popcorn. "They just sad sons of dinguses for not coming! More food for mr. Fawkes, here we go!"

Despite his motives, Mei found strange comfort in his words. Indeed, sons of dinguses, their lot. She can enjoy a movie in any given company, without pitying her loneliness.

"What's the plan?", inquired Fawkes, carefully picking corn and munching on caramel, strikingly resembling a real rat.

Mei padded over to the holovid and folded hands on her chest. Junkrat with sudden nervousness stopped his chewing.

"If you want to watch the movie with me, you must promise me you will behave", said she, feeling a little awkward; Fawkes stared at her with mixed emotions. "I will not tolerate your... bullying habits!"

Junkrat seriously considered his options.

Something always altered his perception on Mei. Sometimes he wanted to blow her and her stupid bot off the cliff, but sometimes...

They talked. Past were the times, when she outright called him a bully - they discovered a handful of themes to chat in-between missions. Weather and its problems in Outback, boba tea on Busan's colorful streets, engineering and constructing skills in front of a chalkboard at Gibraltar; last one resulted in hot bickering, plastic door pierced by icicle, some ashes and permanent ban of said discussions outside of experimental facilities.

Mei was awfully sweet - and smart, capable, resourceful. Stone cold, capturing Talon in frightening prison of fresh blue ice.

Just like someone he saw in a mirror - reversed to fire.

"Okay!", he cheerfully barked, startling Mei for a fraction of a second."'ll be on me best behavior!"

She smiled, a bit uncertainly, and gestured to the couch.

"Suit yourself. I'll run the movie."

***

"Rat? Are you okay?"

He wasn't.

Intimidating figure on a screen dramatically laughed, revealing himself to his victims - a headless Reaper, "coming for your souls", pumpkin eyes shining in bloodlust.

Junkrat stole a blanket and positioned himself behind the couch, peeking over the edge. Mei must have blinked at the moment of his movement: one second he is with her, the other - hiding from fictional monsters.

She supressed a laugh. How could he be scared? The movie was pretty old, but actors were great in their chilling personalities - even if the amount of (obviously sexual) tension between them was slowly coaxing the film onto romantic road.

"They are not going to eat you", she smiled, as monster behind her ripped someone's arm off. Fawkes' gaze darted between her eyes and the holovid.

"Yeah, they gonna fuel my nightmares alright", he muttered, shyly hiding his stare. Mei pursed her lips in thought.

Junkrat won't be scared by a massacre, his bombs do damage a lot worse - it's this intimidating air, this "dressed to kill" looks, she figured.

"So... 'Our' Reaper scares you too?" she asked innocently; Fawkes rolled his eyes.

"Pf-f, him? Drongo's louder than drumset falling down the stairs!" he waved his hand vaguely. "Even I hear 'em mile away, few mines at the ready, how-do-you-do and all."

Mei snickered.

"So... He sounds a lot like this one!", she pointed at the holovid. Two mortal enemies staring at each other, claws at their throats and hands at their pumpkins. Rat frowned thoughtfully. "Deadly, but loud and not very mobile without his horse. He even fights some kind of soldier, just like in real life."

"Huh."

Mei must have blinked again, because Fawkes was on the couch near her instantly - with a concerned frown.

"You're right!", muttered he under his nose, rapture seeping in his words. Mei smiled to herself. Appreciation feels good. "Just genius! Now I can't fear what I can fight!"

"Not precisely the point, but, well, works too--"

"Thanks, Mei-te!" he threw his hands in the air again, aiming to hug. Some emotion must have flashed on Mei's face - he faltered a little and settled at the handshake instead.

Mei smiled warmly once again, fingers touching fire come alive.

***

"This Soldier guy's kinda strange around Reaps. Look, he's staring again! I betcha, it's these thighs he's checking out, mortal enemies me ass!"

[helianthusaster]

I know there’s a billion and one posts about this but I’m tired as fuck of middle aged white men? Like can you not be a dick to other people for not being you?

(Example: a conversation I had with my middle aged, white, male boss who is Rick for the sake of anonimity and me liking my job.)

Context: I had to call out of work due to exams being the next day and needing to study. This conversation happened the next day.

Rick: Hey so just a one on one, just two adults talking, not me as your boss okay? Just two normal adults.

Me, an autistic person with years of emotional abuse: I’m 19.

Rick: You’re an adult. So, you called out cause you had exams the next day.

Me: yeah?

Rick: You can’t do that, you need to work. I know it’s hard, I worked a job in high school to support myself and still made straight A’s, but it’s doable :) You can do both :) :) You can study other times, you’re strong you’ll find a way :) :) :)

Me, with so many allergies it’s hard to eat, carpal tunnel in BOTH arms, almost half my hearing gone which effects my balance and coordination and literally everything else, edema that won’t go away in my ankles, Depression, ADHD, Dysphoria, Suicidal Thoughts, Severe Anxiety, PTSD-C, chronic heartburn/acid reflux, dyscalculia, irregular breathing paired with hyper salivation, photosensitivity, and a fUCKING HOLE IN MY DIAPHRAGM THAT MAKES IT SO IT HURTS TO BREATHE: suuuuure....

A WEEK LATER

Context: I had worked a double shift one day (which I should nEVER DO EVER AGAIN) which led to a 14 hour work day, then proceeded to go into work at 8am the next morning after not getting home until LITERALLY MIDNIGHT.

Me: ugh I’m so tired I got 5 hours of sleep.

Rick: *scoffs* I get 5 hours every night! Just drink some coffee!

Me: I’m allergic to coffee (a fact)

Rick: then drink an energy drink!

Me: I’m allergic to energy drinks and caffeine gives me migraines

Rick: oh....

Rick: we’ll still you’re an adult and you’ve got work to do!

Me: I’m 19?

Rick: That’s what I said! An adult!

Me, ONE YEAR older than the legal age to sell alcohol, barely just graduated from high school, who’s mannerisms lead people think I’m 12 because I’m the only person in the store with a kind heart and no fucks about showing it: ...ok

LESS THAN 12 HOURS AGO

Context: The store I work in is constantly 80 F (roughly 58 C cause I’m doing it in my head) and ONE MAN has the ability to override it as it is controlled in fUCKING WISCONSIN because Capitalism. I, born in San Francisco and constantly bragging about it, am unable to physically withstand any temperature above 68 F (46 C, calculated in head) or below 58 (36 C ish) as anything above makes me extremely nauseous and anything below makes me literally cry and freeze up: I’m not kidding. It’s not just “I’m uncomfortable” it’s “I will throw up/stop breathing if I am in this condition any longer and I cannot physically handle it.” We are given fans that plug into our registers by corporate, but there are only 2 working ones in the store and I being naturally self-sacrificial and mentally ill don’t like taking other people’s fans cause “they need it more.” Rick laughed and said it was cold when I told him, VISIBLY SWEATING, that I needed a fan and asked if he could go get me one from another register. Which I then had to literally stop taking customers to go grab one myself cause he was too busy standing around doing “manager stuff” like chatting with my coworker, Codenamed Rita for this, who was sweating as well, about ‘Caspian thinks it’s hottt’ ‘haha idiot it’s cold.’

Me, as Rick passes by my register: I should be getting my last break now, correct?

Rick: Wow do you keep a timer??? You’re always like this! Oh! *snap* It’s 2pm time for my break! *snap* it’s 4pm time for lunch!

Me, in constant pain, overstimulated, and about to throw up: ...so when can I-

Rita: Geez, give other people their breaks too!

Rick, interrupting: I’ll send you when so-and-so gets back don’t worry

Rick proceeds to send me 10 minutes later than he was supposed to after gossiping with Rita.

This is why I hate calling myself a man despite dysphoria kicking my ass for not doing so.

[cigarettesandcoffee]

@burningxpages

It was easy to lose oneself in the air of anonimity that a party gave off. Even if you knew every face in that damn house, it still felt like no one knew anyone's name, and that all your actions would be blurred out by the actions of others. It was as entrancing and complex as it was simple and primal. Perhaps that what was so enticing about the entire ordeal.

Another Friday night, another chance to forget about the twelve page paper that was due later in the the week and have a bit of fun. Their frat was rather notorious for throwing some pretty memorable ragers, it was as if every weekend had to top the last. Which wasn't wholly surprising with a house full of young men looking to swim in alcohol and reek of sex.

Among that rabble was Nollaig Keegan, one of the older brothers of the frat. Equally known for his quite relaxed demeanor and ability to break someone's arm on command; the gentle giant no one wanted to see angry, really. He was a heavily bearded man with a body covered in ink, that he'd earned working in various tattoo shop. Of course, plenty of women were all about the man with the thick accent covered in tats, it was his selling point.

On that night, Noll was sat in the game room with a glass of whatever someone had mixed him, the liquid was amber colored and tasted like licorice, so he wasn't complaining. There were a couple of girls, friend's he'd presumed at this point, chatting him up while he watched the obligatory game that was on the television. One was perched on his lap and the other at his side, giggling about how painful it must have been to have gotten all that ink.

Knocking back the contents of his cup, he hummed in acknowledgement and exhaled a hearty breath, "Aye, they did. Would ye lasses mind grabbin' me somethin' stiff t'drink from the kitchen? My cup's gone dry." He requested, thanking every Saint under the stars when they scurried off, which garnered a few chuckles from some other guys hanging in the room.

[rinadewolffe]

Out of curiosity... If you could get revenge on an ex without consequences, would you? By the things I heard about you it's like you have so many different personalities. Who are you? The cruel monster? The suffering poet? The kind, quiet girl? The burnt-out artist???

Oh, and every once in a while someone anonimously wants to know who I am…Truth is, I have all the personalities in me. What people say about me depends on when we met.Answering your question, no, I would never get revenge on an ex, with or without consequences.Do I want to? Hell yes. Would they deserve it? Oh, hella yes.And what could I say? Should I tell all the things I’m going through? That I’m not the only one to blame for this whole thing? That I find pety that I’m not sure they waited a week after our break-up (their break-up) to hook-up with someone else?Should I talk about the alcoholism, the restarted self-harm, the reoccuring suicidal thoughts and attempts? The only reason I talk about this now is that I know they will never know. And it’s better this way.When you love someone you let them go. It hurts, but you try to go on, too. You can try to fill the void and only time will tell if you can. It’s as simple as that. They don’t have to suffer just because you do. If you love them, you don’t put them through this pain, trying to give them some guilt-tripping, because it’s simply not fair.And since they’re not my number one reason of depression, I see no point in the whole thing. Yes, I’m still hurt, I won’t say I’m not. I won’t say that I don’t want to talk to them. That I don’t want to hold them close and such. But I can’t, whether I accept this or not. Crying is actually helpful, however it really is exhausting on the long term.I wrote a thing about this about three weeks ago and I never sent them. Giving them a massive guilt-trip just would be unfair. Let them be happy.That’s what love is about…

[simonhopes]

TYPES OF DRUG REHABILITATION TREATMENTS

There are millions of drug addicts all over the world. Drug rehabilitation seeks medical or psychotherapeutic treatment against dependence on substance use such as alcohol, cocaine, Marijuana, heroin, tobacco, etc. The primary objective of drug rehabilitation is to stop the compulsive behavior of seeking and using drugs and alcohol.

Drug addiction is usually a chronic disorder that is mostly characterized by occasional relapses. Thus, it requires multiple interventions and regular monitoring that comes in different forms of treatment and can last different lengths of time. It involves medication, behavioral therapies, or a combination of both.

What are the different types of drug rehabilitation treatments?

Long term residential in-patient treatment

Long term residential in-patient treatment involves a 24-hour service and monitoring of addicted clients, including medical attention and counseling therapy. It provides intensive care in a safe and secure environment conducive for recovery and a behavioral change of clients away from a hospital set-up.

A residential in-patient treatment facility such as the Orange County drug rehab encompasses therapeutic communities model in their treatment and recovery plan. Such a program may take between 6 to 12 months to implement and acquire the desired results.

Therapeutic communities are structured programs that focus on developing personal accountability and the responsibility of recovering clients. That helps in developing harmonious and constructive ways of socializing and personal interactions with other people. The community may include the facility staff and the other recovering clients.

Short-term residential in-patient treatment

Short-term treatment involves an intensive phase of counseling, medication, detoxification as the client is prepared to join the long-term community therapy. It is a relatively brief treatment that may take between 3 to 6 weeks based on a modified 12-step approach.

This type of treatment generally began as a program for alcohol addicts. With the rapid increase of cocaine use in the 1980s, many facilities integrated other substance use disorders.

The individual must remain under strict supervision to avoid a relapse. One can engage in aftercare programs such as self-help groups or Alcoholic Anonimous (AA) meetings.

Outpatient treatment plan

Outpatient treatment is a low-intensity program that varies in types and intensity of the services offered depending on the facility. This therapy is cheaper than residential in-patient treatment.

Most of the facilities that provide in-patient treatment also offer outpatient treatment services according to the individual clients' assessment.This treatment option is most suitable for people with jobs and extensive social support systems.

One of the significant components in outpatient treatment is group counseling programs. Outpatient treatment includes other medical conditions or mental health problems not related to drug disorders. It offers a wide variety of programs that provide forms of behavioral therapy, such as:

Motivational interviewing: this evaluates an individual’s willingness for behavior change and to accept to begin treatment.

Motivational incentives: this is the use of interventions that encourage the abstinence of drugs.

Cognitive-behavioral therapy helps clients cope and avoid situations that may drive them back to drug abuse.

Family therapy: family becomes an integral part of the support system to complement the treatment efforts. Especially in adolescents, it addresses the overall external influences of their drug abuse and facilitates the entire family functioning.

conclusion

The choice of drug abuse treatment program largely depends on the individual and the resources available. Nevertheless, all the treatment plans are effective if the client cooperates with the rehabilitation team.

[the-noface-me-blog]

First

Introducing myself to the world of tumblr. I’m a 19 yr old Borderline person, former alcoholic who just finished rehab. A very close person suggested to use this place to vent those dark thoughts that bring me down everyday, and to do it anonimously so I could feel safe. This is my fIRST attempt to express myself to the vast world of the internet. I really don’t expect anyone to read this, just writing here to let things go out of my head, but if somehow you are reading this, thank you for your time.

NF

[harmreduction101-blog]

Action Heroes Wanted!

Are you an undercover super hero?

Is advocacy something that you were destined for?

If you are shaking your head YES!, then there is a spot with your name on it!

  JOIN THE MOVEMENT  FacingAddiction.org

If you are looking to help change the world, where do you start?

Interested in becoming a volunteer? Change agent? Recovery warrior? Getting involved on a nationwide, level? Creating dialouge and finding a sense of community that rallies with you for the common good of all? Here is a great way to get your activist feet wet.

If the word addiction is in your venacular on a regular basis, welcome to an opportunity of a lifetime. As the co-sponsorship partner for the launch of the Surgeon General’s seminal report: Facing Addiction in America: The Surgeon General’s Report on Alcohol, Drugs, and Health, 2016 the momentum has shown they are more than an organization, but a movement for all of us and invites you to be a part of changing the course of addiction recovery.

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  As an Action Partner, with FacingAddiction.org, I am proud to be a part of a nationwide organization that honors those affected by substance use disorders. It is one of the most apvisible, and effective, garnering support from the likes of Dr. Drew, Former

a world that honors the human condition not condemns it, you have found a great way to get involved if youpioneers that end the opioid epidemic, my words not theirs, you can submit your information & receive communications, including text messages if mobile number is provided, about Facing Addiction’s ongoing efforts.

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Never before have we had such an immediate need met with such an opportunity.

The current landscape serves as a training ground embracing a more hands on client-centered approach. Stigma is addressed and the celebration of recovery the norm a far cry from what we have seen in the past. One man, representing grieving father’s used his experiential heartbreak to save others from a similar fate of his son. Austin experienced an overdose at the emerging age of 20. His name is Jim Hood. He decided to do something. That something is changing the face and direction of addiction.

Jim Hood with his Son, Austin

Created with Co-Founder Greg Williams, of The Anonymous People film, Jim Hood began transforming America’s  notions of what an “addict” looked like.

America wasn’t prepared. They didn’t know what to look for. No one thought a physician with a pad was anything but beneficient.

Anonimity was a veil of protection, but it maintained a disconnect, leaving those interested in help resistant to getting it, and families ravaged by the aftermath, trying to avoid public humilation in the most valuable time, unable to receive support in the ways ayone else would get from a surgery. “Not a casserole disease.” It’s open-ended, messy, and creates an intensity brought on by the situation itself.

When America realized that,

They are not “THEY.” It was like whiplash for more affluent families, where reputation is everything. Parents were now under suspicion, had no where to turn to for support, and mothers especially cried silently begging for the weight of the world to not exclusively be on her shoulders. Guilt is the byproduct sometimes that never goes away.

  Jim Hood, alumni from Harvard, had what most of us aspire to, yet his family was not immune. If families like these are without protection, what did the rest of us think? We don’t have a chance in hell. Unfortunately, many were right.

Not in my backyard!

Millions were prescribed oxycontin, promised pain relief without the concern of addiction. This mindshift was the last to create an epidemic of biblic porportions. Judgement lost it’s appeal, no one was safe and the death toll continue.

Eventually the limited access of prescriptions evolved into a burgeoning market of unregulated heroin, now with fentenyal. The combo is deadly. Mass encarceration was never the answer, punishment only serves those doing it. What was needed was a massive overhaul. Jim was apart of creating the forum for helping the rest of us garner the strength and support to share in those early exchanges. As momentum grew, interest poured in from everywhere. From rock stars, Dr. Drew, coverage was everywhere with a very different message, we can survive and end addiction.

No longer based in shame and blame, those with substance use disorders are now recognized as our sons and daughters, treated with respect and offered help when avalable. They are not some “junkie” conviently objectified far removed from our reality, someone else’s problem. They are not branded as low life criminals but community members with families and communities in their corner.

This epidemic has forced Americans to pay attention, and is it working.

Visibility leads to acceptance. If you don’t like what you see join us in our communities and be the change you wish to see. Jim Hood’s resolve led him to turn to others, working together, eventually emerging as one of the most influentiual recovery forces ever.

Imagine being a part of that.

(It’s easy if you try!)

Learn how to become a part of FacingAddiction.org’s mission through your volunteering efforts, or financial contributions.

Jim Hood emerged as an ambassador of the recovery movement. He openly and honestly created a space for dialogue, promoting prevention. He and others created a space, a new direction, in how we address the needs of those in active use or addiction recovery, turning his families tragedy into a nationwide movement.

I like millions of others this movement touches will remain forever grateful.

On the website:

That same week, I saw this guy, on one of my social media sites, Ryan Hampton, a recovered/person in recovery who has gained quite a following, driving cross country meeting those also affected by the nation’s toughest epidemic since crack in the 1980s-1990s urban centers.

Examining the realties of what communities nationwide were up against. Within the same week I see him on TV, as he appeard on Forbes Magazine. Journalist/Recovery Super Hero? Hell yes. Like many of those his efforts and story have touched, he is a spokesperson, or the spokesperson for FacingAddiction.org. He is one of the most recognized, politically savvy advocates I had seen in a while.

Unlike most in the spotlight, Ryan is no shrinking violet. He is a part of FacingAddiction.org. If you see him, tell him I say, Hi!

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Invention is the mother of invention, in some cases, a fathers. While surving a child is a grief counterintuitve and hard to believe in the past, is a brutal reality, a direct corrolation to the record breaking “Opioid Epidemic” has forced once opposing sides working together, mobilizing, training, presenting best-practices, and an unapoligenic face of addiction, Ryan Hampton, Greg Williams, Co-Founder of FacingAddiction,org and advocates around the country have taken the anonymous out of the people.

  The men going around the country encouraging activism and collaborationhelping explain the culture and norms  all of a sudden he is everywhere I want to be. I don’t watch news, too overwhelming and depressing, and I can’t do much about about it. Sound familiar? Ryan if I nee

Every step we take now is critical in deploying solutions that will ultimately spare families untold grief and tragedy.

The Addiction Show is getting a new look, stay tuned!

Former Surgeon General’s Report on Alcohol, Drugs, and Health In October 2015, U.S. Surgeon General Vivek Murthy announced from our UNITE to Face Addiction stage in Washington, DC that he would compile an unprecedented report on alcohol, drugs, and health.

Jim Hood, Co-founder of FacingAddiction.org

There are millions of us involved, at every level ensuring that this nation’s crisis is not falling on deaf ears.

While Jim is on the front lines there are so many behind the scenes, the quiet soldiers, the mothers with their son in prison for low level drug crime, & those that have left us prematurely and unnecessarily. I look at myself now and proud to be affiliated and one of them.

JOIN THE MOVEMENT TO FACE ADDICTION!

Your involvement at any level is critical. This is how the Suffragists earned the right to vote. Earned, not given, just like for our community. We have to fight for ourselves and those we love.

From FacingAddiction.org

Create change that will spare families from the grip of addiction

Mobilize advocates with tools and resources to shift their community response

Build empathy and compassion for this issue into society

We are making extraordinary progress and seeing significant impact thanks to the generous visionary support of individuals and organizations. This goes beyond passion for us, this is our purpose.

Highlights

Facing Addiction Activist Program

National advocacy initiatives work because local people are willing to rise up and voice the stories that impact communities. Since we launched Facing Addiction in October 2015 with the UNITE to Face Addiction Rally, hundreds of people have asked how they can get involved, how they can help further advocate for prevention, intervention, treatment and recovery.

We’re thrilled to offer the Facing Addiction Activist Program, a direct and personalized way to plug into volunteer opportunities that will help turn the tide on the addiction crisis in your community. To sign up to become a Facing Addiction Activist, please click here.

As a Facing Addiction Activist, you have the opportunity to:

Deliver our news and messages at local events in your community

Help organize and participate in ongoing grassroots calls to action, including petition signing, calling legislators, submitting letters to the editor and other activities as they arise

Serve as eyes and ears in your community, watching for key news clips and keeping us informed about how the addiction crisis is being covered locally

Join monthly calls for to hear updates and learn new strategies for spreading the word about our latest national activities

We hope you will consider becoming a Facing Addiction Activist today. If you have questions, please contact Michael King at mking@facingaddiction.org

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[shadowkaet]

also feel free to ignore my personal bs its meant to be on tumblr cos theres so much anonimity when it comes to being emotional cos everyone on this god forsaken site is a fucking wreck. soo im putting this here cos its good to write shit down instead of keeping it to urself. well talking to someone is good buuut i genuinely dont want to burden them in the slightest cos my state is unreasonable and stupid and kinda alcohol induced. dumb shit man.

[newhoperecoverygarfieldheig-blog]

Residential Drug Treatment Centers

Chemical dependency recovery provides with positive changes in reactions and behaviors. Residential Treatment Centers could be accommodate those affected by alcoholism, abolition of drugs, gambling addiction, and more. Treating both men and women together, or separately, they can offer the help which you will want . Some residential treatment centers may even provide an environment for specific cultural groups.

Recovery from any addiction requires changes in reactions and behaviors. A residential drug therapy center could also be on of the best choices you may make if you are looking towards getting the experiences to assist yourself overcome any hindrances as you progress so that you not only can recover but learn how one can feel more relaxed.

The staff no matter what the drug therapy centers are astounding at handling your needs. You will find, depending on what residential drug treatment center you choose, programs supervised by doctors, nurses, and expertly trained and certified professionals. Many centers employ professional dieticians and chefs to fulfill your nutritional needs. They will communicate to help you relax and drive the most out of therapy program.

A residential medicinal therapy center it offers a safe environment in which the addict is provided with quality counseling, help, and friendship. Residential treatment centers offer an escape further from streets, negative consequences, and bad environments which speeds the recovery from drug and alcohol addiction. Many recovery facilities offer private rooms, home cooked meals, smoking and non-smoking areas, and meditation and weight training.

Education and education, guidance and help are the inspiration of residential medicinal treatment centers. They provide the skills essential to recover and revel in the most appropriate mind, body, and spirit. Any setbacks might be overcome with the proper support.

Recovery is simply the commencement of causing astounding new future! The addict learns it doesn't need to be devoid of the bonds of alcohol and drugs and experiences healing, self expression, and joy. This not only serves to benefits the individual, but their family or friends as well. This cool found freedom work a lifetime.

Personalized treatment and assistance is the goal of most residential drug treatment centers. 12 Step Programs akin to Alcoholics Anonimous (AA), Narcotics Anonymous (NA), Cocaine Anonymous (CA), and Gamblers Anonymous (GA) are often built-into the residential medicinal therapy center programs. Aftercare is an additional good thing about most drug and alcoholic treatment centers. Treatment groups and individual treatment play a major part simultaneously of recovering from addictions. Group sessions are anonymous so you could relax and speak about the way you feel with others affected by similar problems. Alcoholism, gambling addiction, and drug addiction problems can sometimes overcome faster with care from others facing the same hurdles. Residential treatment program doctors or councilors, specializing in addiction disorders and treating chemical dependency disorders, can proffer help and advice.

Yearly, a very large number sufferers successfully heal from their addictions. Treatment programs offer the resources and aid needed to beat addiction and live from from addiction. They could get a new world devoid of problems. Call us now.