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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 Do You Know You are Engaging in Substance Abuse? Relying on the use of a substance while trying to carry out your obligations can be very exacting.

Living with the struggle of addiction for years, I finally can get back on my feet in a normal life after having to overcome stress and discomfort. It felt like the end of the world to me, there was nothing bigger than the worries of myself.


When I commenced utilizing I felt like all of my fears were left on hold.


The greater part of my apprehensions and issues all of a sudden blended and vanished all through that mind-boggling sentiment fake satisfaction and bliss that at last prompt to my breaking point.

One of the most difficult phases of my dependence were the first few months before really going into therapy. Not having the capacity to recognize I had an issue was what took control of my consistently and made me delve like a maniac in my own mind searching for reasons and motivations to legitimize my disposition, until I at last acknowledged it had taken away all that I thought about, everybody I ever adored and each fantasy I ever had.


These Are The Six Signs Which Made Me Aware Of My Lack Of Authority Over Everything About Me

  • Life appears to be only terrible and depressing

When I consumed, I lost count of how much of it I took, but both my feelings and my life did not get any better. Dejection assumed me like a huge blanket that halted me from going in any particular direction. 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. 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. I felt like everything was trying refresh my memory on my so many errors and the grief I was causing everyone. The frustration and guilt were like a loop, went on and on, giving me an excuse to go back to using the reason of the frustration, I did not realize that I was feeding the loop. By using it over and over again, I hit the bottom of depression and I felt like I could not crawl my way out, I was so hopeless in the darkest place to be. At this stage, the uneasiness and the despair in life turned out to be such a weight, to the point that despite the fact that I was utilizing to get away, it was just pushing me harder into my enslavement.

  • All that you think about blurs away until you lose it

A portion of the general population I had around me amid my time as a someone who is addicted remained by to help me until the very end, and for that, I'm extremely thankful. Some others could no longer take it and left permanently since they couldn't simply comprehend how my dependence worked. Because of the lowest point I hit, I lost some people that actually cared about me and wanted to help me going through hard times, I just made them leave. I turned out to be so visually impaired with simply getting the following hit, that I let it eclipse everything else. I began to report ill at work because I didn't feel like working. I avoid meeting people I loved because I could not imagine myself without using for a long time, it tied me down. It was like living with a single thing in a tiny box, and that thing blinded me, dragging me out of the joy of life out the depression box.

  • You lose control over your life

Self-control was never my most powerful suit. I had repeatedly lied to myself that I would quit drugs every time I took drugs. Every one of those times leads to me imagining how it would be alright to only take a little bit more as a 'goodbye' to the drugs. Dejection and anxiety assumed and I could not anymore confront any person or view individuals in the eye without feeling sorrow. I hid in my room all the time, disregarding every other duty. The bills were heaping, I could only stared at them. My phone started to ring all the time when people started to realize that I might have problems going on, but I denied, I didn't know what was going on in my mind, it is like something have taken over my mind, body, and soul. Not even when, where or even how much I utilized.

  • The constant lies not only to people who care about you but also to yourself never looks like ending.

This was probably the thing that made things more severe than what they could've been. Besides guilt, there was something got inside me, that is fear of being rejected by people around me that pushed me to lie. I lied to cover up my bad addiction and it gave me hard times to cope with. Financially I was a mess; I kept accumulating debts. Addiction destroyed my life in every aspects, it took away my money, my health, and my relieved feelings. 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 consistently and with vigour continued to lie to myself about the so many reasons why I should stay addicted.

  • The thought of being sober scares you so you continue in the use of drugs.

Withdrawal is one of the baddest things a dependent can undergo. The anxiety and all those different emotions that enable all things feel like hell is something that I needed to get as distant as I could. I was utilizing to never lose that high feeling since I realized what came after and I couldn't manage it. There is this desire to take more drugs as an escape route due to the level of tension within you. And because of the fact that the more I take it, the higher the tolerance I developed, it became worse with time.

  • You care about nothing else

The silly reasons ultimately gave way. I isolated myself from everyone even those who cared. 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 chased everybody out of my life and only a few decided to stay outside for the chance to come where they could get back in and rescue me. I seriously cared about nothing else other than being high, this addiction almost killed me. My supervisor fired me, my colleagues quit calling, the greater part of my family gradually surrendered and attempted to turn the page.


At this phase, I started to recall all the things that have been said by my loved ones that I really needed help. When I thought everything was lost, when I trusted that I had wound up in a sorry situation, I understood I required help and there were sufficient around to help me move out of that dull and profound well I had fallen into.


Living with an addiction is probably the most difficult thing I have ever experienced, and actually could also be the most difficult thing my family and friends have ever gone through. I know things could've been a little bit easier for everyone if we all understand a little more about what dependence signifies not just to the user but also to the family. While things were going out of control, those that constantly remained by me were detecting all these signs that I neglected to observe at first.

I was saved by my loving and patient family and friends.


Initially, it all looked gloomy, yet I got into a remedial program which provided insight on living a cheerful and drug-free life, and this assisted me to live with myself and apologise for my wrongs without reproach. No doubt that phase was difficult yet I am glad I was well supported during the entire dark period.

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.