Categorically, I have always coped untherapeutically.
Eubert has formulated that my term for the 5 stages of grief (DABDA), is not Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance but a chronological order of Drink Alcohol Beer Drink Alcohol. A succession of intoxication to fill in the void. To cover up whats missing or whats wrong. In short, my quick fix.
I have come to realize the possibility that people dont pick up a vice. Its absurd but I would like to believe that some people are born to have vices. Like its what they're suppose to do. Its not a status symbol nor a perplex stage of youth. It is likely just the way some people are. Smokers. Drinkers.
For about 2 years now, I have quit smoking. Well, there were times I relapsed but if you sum up all the sticks i puffed during my relapse, it probably wouldnt even reach the amount of cigarette sticks i consume in a day.
I was soo stressed out, it happens.
I dont blame myself, self-control isnt really one of my virtues. I dont blame no one either. Come to think of it, I think its waaay better to concentrate all that frustration in a stick of Marlboro, blew it all away in the air, than actually act on it. No therapies, no need to rationalize, no compromises, no drama. Just a few minutes of conscious breathing, a kick of nicotine and smog to let out.
Im not making sense.
I just need a light.
2 comments:
hi Shawty...been looking for my old blogger friends. Anyway, idaan mo nalang sa Jolibee yan... (hehehe) -- Coleen
I agree. Some people were born to have vices, some things happen that we would never survive if it wasnt for the tindahan selling Red Horse sa may kanto. Lol.
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