Showing posts with label drug addiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drug addiction. Show all posts

Thursday, December 22, 2011

...suicidal dreams


You do not understand even life. How can you understand death? ~Confucius~


Life is not easy. We were born into sin and the Bible tells us about the hardships that would be placed before us and reveals to us the signs of life’s difficulties in our era. Deuteronomy 28:59 warns about the plagues of life and how they would be “long-lasting plagues and malignant and long-lasting sicknesses”…verse 66 adds “And you will certainly be in the greatest peril for your life…you will not be sure of your life.”


There are certain subjects people avoid due to conflicted self-ethics and personal beliefs. Deliberate avoidance of such topics makes coping with life’s difficulties more stressful for some people who already struggle with day-to-day hardships. Those topics are—death and suicide—suicide and death. I tell you today, or as many times as you read this passage, two truths: (1) suicidal dreams are reality for some and (2) death is inevitable for all.


I dream of dying…death by one’s own hand...tangled in a world of love and lies…I just can’t understand why this pattern keeps cycling in my life…lying to my mind to make believe…fictitious smile plastered to deceive…everyone but self…I dream of dying…~from I Dream of Dying by Erin Adams-Phillips © 2009~


If you randomly selected 5 groups that consisted of 10 people, 1 out of 10 in that group will have dreamt, if not attempted suicide.  The American Foundation for Suicide Prevention (AFSP, 2011) states, “More than 36,000 people in the United States die by suicide every year”. This number solidifies suicide as the 10th cause of death annually in America. What could be so bad that one would want to take their own life? Circumstances differ.  Different people react differently to life events—illnesses, death of loved ones, abusive domestic relationships, divorces, termination from their job, financial decline, trials of parenthood, peer-pressure, and drugs (just to name a few) are some reasons people feel life is no longer worth living…they feel worthless and they feel the people they love would be better off with their demise. Therefore, they chose to terminate their lifely existence.


Some people cannot handle grief…some cannot handle suffering…some cannot handle a broken heart. AFSP (2011) warns, “The factors that contribute to any particular suicide are diverse and complex, so our efforts to understand it must incorporate many approaches. The clinical, neurobiological, legal and psychosocial aspects of suicide are some of the major lines of inquiry into suicide -- here, we present some information from each of these perspectives”. (Read more on perspectives, warnings, and statistics.)


When a person reaches out to you about harming oneself, your job is to listen, help them seek help or in the case of dire emergencies seek emergency help for them immediately, and to sympathize; not to understand…not to judge… not to pity…not to criticize…not to assume they just want attention…this is a cry…a plea for HELP!


I dream of dying and hearing Brahms’s lullaby…no more worries…no more sorrows…no more todays…no more tomorrows…baa baa baa baa baa baa…la la la la la la la….dream a little dream of me~…~from I Dream of Dying by Erin Adams-Phillips © 2009~


Oftentimes, onlookers or family of a person that committed suicide will think the person acted in a cowardly fashion by taking their life. The majority of society would agree; however, I ask, if it takes a coward to kill self, who does a brave person kill? Neither cowardice nor bravery is associated with suicide. It is lack of self and emotional connection most times coupled with mental disorder(s), such as depression…for some, even the lack of a personal relationship with God or a higher, Supreme Being is a factor in suicidal tendencies. Personally, to me, it is selfish, because suicide not only kills self, the shocking performance of self-murder leaves the minds of loved ones boggled with self-blame while their hearts are  wounded and filled with feelings of neglect and betrayal. Survivors of suicide are often angry and depressed; it is hard to accept that a loved one took their own life. Sadly, research shows that children who have parents who commit suicide are more prone to death by one’s own hand. 


As an avid reader, one of my favorite authors is William Shakespeare. Some may find it bizarre that a writer of non-literary fiction and poems would admire such a literary author of masterpiece tragedies. I, on the other hand, find it ironic. Most of my writings are about events in my life—good or bad—and how those events shape my very being. I term it—my WHO I AM. Shakespeare’s tragedies involve events of successfully planned murder and suicide in Romeo & Juliet to attempts of suicide in his notorious King Lear. Exactly what is my point? Shakespeare can be comprehended as applauding those people who cannot handle grief…who cannot handle suffering…who cannot handle a broken heart…people who end oneself by death; I am not applauding suicide nor attempts of suicide—I am merely stating a reality that is the cause of 36,000 deaths annually in the United States alone! 


As a person who has contemplated and attempted this act, I have the right to WRITE about it and TALK about it from personal experience. I am not brave…I am not a coward…I am a human who at one point could not cope with my own life’s tragedy and I had suicidal dreams.

No more killing the people I love…no more sickness…no more pain…no more expectations…no rainbows after the rain…only a hole left in the hearts of those I say I loved but feared…I pray they are comforted by God’s tears as He waters my final resting place...because I dreamed a little dream of me…baa baa baa baa baa baa…la la la la la la la…I dreamed of a little dream of me ~…~from I Dream of Dying by Erin Adams-Phillips © 2009~


For more information on suicide help please contact:

National Suicide Hotlines USA
United States of America

Toll-Free / 24 hours a day / 7 days a week

1-800-SUICIDE

1-800-784-2433

1-800-273-TALK

1-800-273-8255

1-800-799-4TTY (4889
Deaf Hotline

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Thursday, November 10, 2011

...facing reality: the cold, hard truth

Are you addicted to drugs? Not street drugs; prescription and/or over-the-counter drugs. If you were, would you know it? If you knew it, would you admit it?  (Read more about awareness here.)

More often than not, patients of chronic illnesses become addicted to prescription pain medication. More people overdose from prescribed meds then they do street drugs. It is a constant growing problem, and worse, it stunts treatment of patients both mentally and physically.

In the memoir I am writing, "A Dolphin's Cry: My Battle with Sarcoidosis" I face the common reality that I was over medicating. I kept telling my drug-induced mind that AGAIN I had been stripped of so much, so fast—betrayed by Mother Nature...not GOD! 

I live a life that is TRUE to myself—I am not ashamed of the things I have done and I don’t speak about things if I cannot ECHO them in life.

from “A Dolphin’s Cry”~as I wipe steam from my bathroom mirror I say, “Good morning, Sarcoid”! My eyes look like frog eyes; my voice is hoarse, my body looks soft but underneath is a warrior ready for battle! I poke out my chest, “You have been winning because I let you! You are not my first illness! I’ve lost senses & organs to illnesses before you. You on some new shit, but so is my doctor and I am a believer; so Good Morning, Sarcoid; let’s have a great day!"

In an earlier blog from the Dedee Diaries: I had a revelation, I speak of how I stopped taking prescribed pain medications AGAIN, because when you have a chronic, painful illness, you learn the meds do not take away the pain, they only put you in a mental state where you can bear the pain--I call it ZombieNation or Lala-Land...so as soon as it wears off, you immediately want to go back to ZombieNation or Lala-Land. These medicines are abused because people are unaware of how they work. If you do not know how to cook on a gas stove, most likely you will burn your house down. If you do not understand how a medicine works, you can easily abuse it. 

Prescribed pain killers are in a class of medicines called "opioid". To most they are known as Narcotics (Narcs). These medicines sends messages to the brain that pretty much says, "There is no pain in your body!" They also induce people into a high state of euphoria--which produces the feeling of being "high". When you come down from the state of euphoria, you get so emotionally sad, you want another pill or two to stay in the drug-induced state of "happy". 

There are several drugs in this category but the most common are oxycodone/OxyContin (Percocet) and  Vicodin/hydrocodone (Lortab). My illness is so painful I was given Percocet and Lortab. When I realized how many I was taking and counting them to see if I had enough to make it through my 30-day refill, I knew I had an issue that had to be addressed. My husband would ask, "Dee, don't you think you taking too many pills?" He always asked who was I trying to be a modern-day Dorothy Dandridge? He had even threaten to call my Mahm...he knows damn well I'm scared of my Mahm ~smile~. 

I took a hard look at myself. I was popping one of each pill every two hours with wine and I was the happiest, sickest person I ever knew. When I did not have them, I was sad and angry. Not wanting to tell my family, I reached out to a friend I knew I could trust. We talked about it and with our talk, I was able to say, "Dee, you addicted to these pills". 

I'm in pain right now...as I type this blog...chronic pain...daily...but I only take Tylenol 3 (no codeine) to alleviate the pain...okay, so that's like taking a vitamin, but I manage. When the pain becomes too much for me to bear, I will contact my doctor, who is aware of my belief that I was over-medicating, and go to the ER to get medication through an IV. Narcotics/opioids are not only addictive, when abused, they cause severe harm to the body...especially the digestion and respiratory systems (read more about Opioids here). 

I wrote this poem during my first encounter with narcs. I had to face the reality that I was abusing them...my relationship with narcs started in 1996 and ended in 2011. With me battling an illness like sarcoidosis, that has now attacked my nodes, I won't say I won't take them again...I may take them again, but this time around, my doctor and I know how to deal with the issue. I am honest with myself and that is what is most important.

FACING REALITY
©2004~ E. Darlene Adams-Phillips. Why you gotta treat me so bad. All rights reserved.

It’s hard for me to say good-bye to you
I’ve never been good at farewells
If I say to you, “I’ll see you later”
I know I’m setting myself up to fail
Please don’t think you weren’t good for me
In all honesty, you were my joy
But I totally used and abused you
Like a dog mauling a child’s toy
I took advantage of you consistently
As you tried to be my friend
I refused to look at your values & wouldn’t heed the warnings
As you tried to inform me "this was a dead end"
See, you comforted me when I was sad
Blind lifted me when I was depressed
Unselfishly fulfilled me on those long winter nights
Alleviated my stress
And I know you never intentionally meant to hurt me
You would have left if I did not hold you back
The unhealthiness of this relationship is my entire fault
Because perseverance I lacked
I blamed all of my trials and problems on you
My health, my marriage, my career
When really, I was the only one to blame
Because departing from you I feared
Well, we know I can’t say I’m divorcing you
Because now you part of  my life
I’m just committing to never use or abuse you
I’m finding a new way to deal with my strife
I guess, you can say I’m making healthier choices
When it comes to you and me
Facing my reality, appreciating my worth
Setting all my addiction demons free!
So I pray this new relationship will be productive
As I deal with issues of both you and me
We are embarking on a journey for the rest of my life
Me, my conscious, and my pain!

Resources:
http://www.cdc.gov/vitalsigns/PainkillerOverdoses/

http://www.thegooddrugsguide.com/

http://www.oxyabusekills.com/

http://www.theantidrug.com/pdfs/prescription_report.pdf