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I've been having an odd feeling, lately. I think it's a result of getting some sobriety and some distance between myself and my addiction, but I'm having the feeling like I'm two different people. I'm not crazy - I realize that I'm really just one person. I don't have dissociative identity disorder or anything like that, at least not as far as I am aware. I suppose that if I were crazy, I would probably be too crazy to realize it. Anyway.
I was walking back to my car from classes one day and thinking that I've always had this sensation that there was a part of me that was missing which I was trying to fill with my addiction. A "hole in my soul". I realized though that there was never a part of me that was missing; it was only hidden. It was hidden underneath these layers of fear, shame, secrecy, denial, and self-hatred. As a result of me hitting my bottom, those layers have been peeled back and, underneath, was the part of me that's been missing. My addict.
My addict is really me, but a different form of me. Not the young man I'd grown in to, but rather a scared, angry kid with no idea about how to cope with life. Now I'm at a loss.
I feel conflicted on how to deal with this aspect of myself. I know what needs to be done, and I am committed to my program of recovery, but I don't know what stance to take towards "him" (I put it in quotes because I realize that "him" is me, but it's useful in discussing this issue). I know that some or many addicts are angry with their addiction. They fight it and kick and punch and scream at it. They revolt against that aspect of themselves with all their energies - and I can't say I blame them.
But honestly, that's not how I feel. When I first realized that I'd effectively buried an entire aspect of myself through rationalization and denial, I felt love towards myself for the first time in my life. Not love in a self-important, "I'm so great" sense. Rather, I felt love towards myself akin to the love a parent might have for a sick child. I would've hugged "him" if I could.
With that, I feel like I should accept my addiction for what it is. That's not to say I should resign myself to it - as I said, I am fully committed to my program of recovery - but that is to say that my addiction is a part of me. I should love myself, and therefore, I should love my addiction as well. That might mean doing some pretty hard things, such as continuing with meetings and therapy, but I mostly just want "him" to be okay again. He's been killing himself for years, and dragging me down with him. I don't want to let him do either.
So I hope this post wasn't too strange, and I hope someone here as some idea as to what I mean. I'm just wondering if anyone thinks reconciliation is a good idea, or if it's even possible.
Thank you.
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