ADDICTION: The Bottom Line

When I was in my twenties, people came to me for counseling on how to get their lives straightened out, often to avoid disaster. One young woman was in a flood of tears at the prospect of having to give up her ultra-glamorous life … as a hooker.
A young man was beside himself because his memory was “shot to hell”: he’d start sentences and couldn’t finish them because he couldn’t remember what he had said. He couldn’t even remember how many joints (of Marijuana) he was carrying in his socks.
A social drinker reached the 4-5 martini liquid lunch and complained that he, being Japanese, shouldn’t be expected to consume an equal amount as his counter-part, an American businessman who was twice his size and weight.
No one wanted to give up their addictions – their glamorous lives – they just wanted me to do a little patchwork. IT JUST DOESN’T WORK THAT WAY !!
Who really wants to be addicted? Those who are sufficiently enabled seem to…