“But now it’s over and I can’t stay sober…”

355 days sober since I finished my pain medication intervention. I turn the radio on and lift my foot off of the brake pedal, focusing more on finding music (I despise those annoying morning talk shows) than the road in front of me.  While I begin my morning commute, these words come over the airwaves and tug at my heart strings: “but now it’s over and I can’t stay sober.”  Since my pain medication intervention, I’ve noticed that music is not just littered with words of consumerism and hate but also of love, loss and addiction-- or maybe it is just those words that stick to my eardrums more than the others.

I am one who listens to lyrics more than the instruments.  For this reason, I like all type of music from country to hip-hop.  Much of my recovery can be documented in volumes of various artists’ albums and lyrics.  This particular song came on an alternative music radio station in my hometown this morning and I couldn’t help but be instantly teleported to a time and place in my memory.  Music is so powerful that way.

The words reeked of love and loss, and subsequently, addiction.  Boy, have I been there.  When I lost the love of my life, everything after that was a downward spiral of addiction.  Once it was over, I was never sober.  I took the pain medication to numb the pain in my heart.  I couldn’t believe she was gone. I couldn’t believe we were done.  It started with just one pill but sometime that is all it takes.

For three and a half years, I depended on those tiny pieces of powder to get me through the day.  Much of my day revolved around finding ways to get more of them, finding different ways to numb the heartache.  My buddy had been on pain medication during his recovery from surgery.  He didn’t need them anymore and one night at the bar, he slipped me one.  He thought he was helping me.  He could see how much I was hurting.

But there is no prescription for heartache.

I gave meaning to the phrase “drown your sorrows.”  I was a zombie, swallowing any type of pain killer you can imagine.  I was no stranger to booze, either.  I found that they went well together, knowing full well that they weren’t made to complement each other. 

Today, I work the steps and try to remember to tell me family, every day, how thankful that I am that they saved my life because they arranged a pain medication intervention for me.

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