by C von Hassett
We say we are an addict and fully believe it. We find ourselves in modes of addiction, are aware of perhaps unhealthy relationships with drink or drugs, with sex or whatever else we believe we are addicted to, then freely label ourselves ‘Addict.’ And if not an addict, then we embrace or easily accept such designations as depressed, anxious, fearful, angry, unworthy, a push-over, too kind, too loving.
“I am an addict,” we will say to the group, to our loved ones and ourselves. And yet, is this true?