I have developed a taste for a very
distasteful desire. I haven't used it that often; I haven't even been around it
for that long. But as of late, all I can find myself thinking about is the
pipe. The excitement, the anticipation, the yearning to see it again, to see
clarity. I love the ritual, I love the taste, I love the smell, I love the
smoke and I want it all. And that's why I must stop.
Late last night I was with
a few old friends and not knowing that I had been smoking earlier that day and
still not long before I saw them, when the topic came up, what they had to say
about it was only bad. The signs are all there, only a fool would ignore them
this blatantly. I am walking on tight rope and a gust of wind is heading my way
and if I am not prepared, the fall is long and far below.
I have chosen to face
this alone for a number of reasons, one being my grandfathers looming defeat
from a long battle with cancer. The family is already in a state of disarray,
the only thing holding each of them together is, each other. Mum is on the
verge of a breakdown, she's never handled stress well, but I've never seen her like
this before. Dad’s financial struggles and debts render him sleepless. Even
together they are barely able to carry the weight on their shoulders, they
don't deserve anymore-unnecessary baggage. Rehab is not for me, rehab is for
drama queens, and with my sister having a failed stint at an expensive
rehabilitation-centre and naltrexone implants, all at their expense. For them,
this will be the straw that breaks the camels back. They don't always do well,
but they always mean it, I couldn't bear to bring that upon them. They deserve
far better. I am not embarrassed to tell them, nor fear the consequences or
reactions, although, I am ashamed.
This is my demon, I created this monster,
the blame lies in my hands and I will be the only person to suffer for it.
Sariah does not know. It would break her heart; I have already put her through
enough. Only one person knows but not the extent of my infatuation, and they
have gone away on a spiritual journey to Nepal for the next few months, which
leaves me resource less. This will not be smooth sailing, the skies are
already dark and stormy, but I will beat the night’s sea and everyone will be none
the wiser. I made my bed, now I'm going to lay in it. Sweet dreams.