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6 Signs Showing You've Lost Control of Your Dependence

6 Signs Showing You've Lost Control of Your Dependence

How can you tell when you are already overwhelmed by your addiction? Living with a addiction can be one of the hardest things anybody would ever understanding.

Having handled with it for years, I lost and retrieved control of my life, my thoughts and my body after what felt like a life full of battle, anxiety, and depression. The world might as well have crashed onto itself and it would've weighed exactly the same to me.


When I began using I felt like all of my fears were rendered inactive.


The negative feelings and thoughts that I felt like almost killed me became one with the false alarm of happiness, dragging me even further to the depression hole and endless tunnels.

My world fell apart only months before I went into the rehab, it was the most depressive times for me and my addiction. My self-denial of my addiction had me disoriented while seeking means of making what is morally wrong seem right till the day it dawned on me I had lost everyone who made me happy, my aspirations and everything I valued.


Here Are 6 Signs That Opened My Eyes To Give Me A Chance To Perceive How I Lost Control Of My Life

  • Life is by all accounts just fate and despair

When I was a strong user, what or how much of it I took means nothing, life would still remain how it had been. Depression dominated over me like a heavy blanket that prevented me from moving in any direction. My situation appeared hopeless while my lamentations were only equalled by the feeling of being let-down which my family felt because of me. Everything appeared to be hopeless and the guilt I began to feel could only be likened to the frustration I knew I was bringing on my loved ones. It was like life's sole business was to make me remember how many errors I had committed and how much I was causing pain to everyone close to me. It was a never stopping system where dejection and anxiety passed the ball onto one an tither's court and my only path out was to heighten the amount I was utilizing. Apparently, my continuous usage of the substance made me feel like the deadly and aimless mission I was on has reached the breaking point. At that point, all the sadness and feeling of failure were such a heavy load, that my habit of using to get rid of the feeling was just dragging me further into it.

  • You lose sight of things you once cherish and sooner than you expect they are gone.

I appreciate the people who stood by me when I was deep in substance abuse. Some others could no longer take it and left permanently since they couldn't simply comprehend how my dependence worked. However, as a result of how deep into my issues and challenges I was, I began to drive away even the people that desired to remain around to get me out of it. I became extremely bid with simply getting the next hit, that I allowed it eclipse all the other things. I began to report wiped out at work since I didn't crave going. I skipped over on dates and meetings with allies and blood ties because I couldn't handle Bing sober for a long duration. Life reduced itself to simply one thing, and that very single thing was what darkened my life to the stage where I lost everything I at one time loved.

  • You become a puppet to drugs.

Self control was never my most grounded suit. When I was utilizing, I cant even recall how many occasions I told myself it was the final time. I always wanted to take more of the substance during such times as a sign of my quitting the drug use. Dejection and verbosity took over and I could no more confront anyone or look at people face to face without feeling remorse. I hid in my room all the time, disregarding every other duty. The bills were heaping, I could only stared at them. Sometimes I got calls persistently which I never responded to; it was an open secret that something was amiss with me yet my ego prevented me from confirming the affirmative. I was a puppet with no idea how my strings were pulled. Not even when, where or even how much I utilized.

  • You mislead everybody including yourself

This was probably the thing that made things more severe than what they could've been. My dread of being judged or thrown out made me lie so regularly that at last, it was practically difficult to stay aware of the considerable number of things I had made up just to have the capacity to fulfil my compulsion. Financially I was a mess; I kept accumulating debts. My drug use was destroying my life in all ramifications. Then I started to hurt my body. I did not eat and it caused me to lose weight drastically; everyone noticed my unusual behaviour and they gave their hand to help but I refused to hold them by lying to them telling them I was okay. The barrier around me got tougher as the lies kept adding up. I told myself various tales, debates and explanations to maintain utilizing that I think could've written a book on bad justifications to misuse drugs.

  • You pursue motivating high to stay away from withdrawal

Pull-out is one of the depressive phases for an addict. The uneasiness and each one of those blended feelings that make everything feel like damnation is something that I needed to escape as could be allowed. I was utilizing to never lose that high feeling since I realized what came after and I couldn't manage it. It's such a powerful and overwhelming situation that you feel like the only way out of it is by using more and more often. Everything degenerated even further since my body adapted to the dosage I took.

  • Nothing else is of importance

After every one of the reasons were said. Every one of the ties with friends and family were cut by me. Every one of my feelings of dread turned out to be valid and I no longer thought about whatever else other than being high. I drove every person out of my life and just a few decided to hold on outside for the chance to come up where they could return and support me. I was very blind by my dependence that literally no other thing counted. So I lost my job, and my co-workers stopped trying to come across, many of my loved ones gradually got over my situation and moved on.


At this phase, I started to recall all the things that have been said by my loved ones that I really needed help. Just when it all looked over to me, and I felt I was at my lowest point ever, it became clear to me that I needed assistance; the good thing was I had so many people who were willing to assist me to get over that grim phase.


My involvement in drugs can be regarded as one of the difficult phases of my life and is the toughest things my loved ones have ever faced. I trust things could've been somewhat less demanding on everybody on the off chance that we as a whole knew more about what habit implies to the someone who is addicted as well as to the family. While I was blinded by the addiction, the people that cared about me consistently waited outside the well to save me because they identified these signs before me.

Love and patience were two things that salvaged me and my adorable ones.


I believed all the things were lost but at last, I went through a recuperation procedure that opened my eyes to a fresh jovial healthy life, where I haven't disregarded my past but I pardoned myself for what I did and requested for forgiveness without dishonour. It was intense, I won't lie, yet I'm truly glad that I wasn't the only one and that despite everything I have individuals who had faith in me until I was back on track.

Perceiving these signs can have a gigantic effect in the life of a someone who is addicted, telling them that despite everything you mind regardless of how awful things will get can be what at last lights up the way to restraint.