The end to an addiction

Okay. I am going to admit, right here on this page that I am an addict. This addiction to such a wonderful liquid did not come in spurts, rather it was a constant thought in my mind. It has many different smells and many different tastes. I needed it in the morning, in the afternoon and in the evening. It affected my mood and how I communicated with those around me. I could smell it from miles away.

I have been addicted to this substance since I was about 4 or 5 years old due to my mother giving me sips of it from time to time. I started hitting it a little harder in junior high, then my impatience to have the substance grew in high school as I would drink it in the mornings and in the evenings. I began with the harder stuff in college - doubling my intake. After college my intake expanded as I began shots of the substance.


I have given my niece a few sips, which I think has passed my addiction on because she whispers to me all the time, "Aunt Val, do you have any of that yummy stuff?"

I am proud to say that I have ended the addiction to this substance within the past 21 days as I have cut back to only drinking 1-2 times a week...and those times that I do drink is do to pressure from my boyfriend (whose pops owns a shop FULL of the substance) and my Pastor who would always remind me that he had some every time I walked in the church doors.

Since my routine has changed due to my new job at the Jefferson City News Tribune and working 3 - 11 p.m. Tuesdays through Saturdays, I tend to sleep past my normal drinking time. By the time I wake up, my day involves constant running about so that I am distracted from my addiction. My work provides the substance (no charge), but they don't brew it correctly, so it tastes horrible - even to an addict like me.

All of this to tell you that I have kicked the addiction and am no longer drawn to it. HOWEVER, I'm sure that it is okay for an addict to be drawn to Wal-Mart's aisle 5 and day dream about taking sips. I'll admit those times that I do have a cup, it is downed within minutes.

To tell you the truth, I miss it - tremendously. So much in fact that I can smell it coming from the coffee shop just a few blocks over.
It smells so smooth...so refreshing...so full of delight...

Hmmm could I feel a relapse coming? I think it's my breaktime...Sorry, I have to go...