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‘We admitted that we were powerless over our addiction, that our lives had become unmanageable.’1

Recovery could only begin once I admitted that I indeed had a problem. It meant that I had to examine the chaos and lack of restraint that ruled my life. I had to admit that my life had become uncontrollable and that only I could take responsibility for my own recovery.

This is the first step of the Narcotics Anonymous Twelve Steps to Recovery: admit that you don’t have control over your addiction. Relapses and an inability to maintain relationships or a job are characteristic of a life controlled by addiction. If your physical addiction and compulsive behaviour are so severe that you can’t stop using your drug of choice continuously, you must join a rehabilitation programme.

There are excellent rehabilitation centres across the country, but remember, it isn’t just rehabilitation that will get you clean; your recovery depends on you. The choice to want to change is only the beginning. Recovery isn’t something that happens overnight; it’s a painfully long process.

If you end up being a drunk horse thief (read the story a bit later on) and you stop using alcohol, you’ll still be a horse thief. The destructive logic is, therefore, that you might as well keep on drinking.

You try to convince yourself that you’re in control of your addiction. I did just that. I exchanged one drug for the other, migrated, changed friends, used medication, and even gave my stash to my girlfriend so she could regulate my usage and only give me the right amounts. Nothing helped.

You convince yourself that you don’t need rehabilitation, a programme, a god or anyone’s help. You believe that through willpower alone you’ll be able to kick the habit, but willpower isn’t enough. Sometimes I’d have my wits about me, but without fail I’d repeatedly regress into addictive behaviour. I held other people responsible for my problems and blamed the world for all my misfortunes. I avoided the truth at all costs.

However, I couldn’t deceive myself any longer. As an addict, you repeatedly tell yourself that one more time won’t hurt; that you’ll stop next week or next month. You believe that you’re strong enough to stop whenever you want to. These are false convictions.

The day I accepted that I wasn’t in control and admitted that I couldn’t fight this battle alone – only then did I find the delightful paradox of raising the white flag.

Surrender demands genuine honesty. I had to admit that I’d lost this fight. My greatest love became my greatest enemy. Yet, it unlocked the door to recovery.

There’s no shame in admitting our addiction. It’s a brave and honourable step. People who live in victory know when to fight and when to surrender. It was exactly my time to surrender. It wasn’t easy, but I didn’t have much choice: either accepting that I couldn’t fight the situation through willpower alone, or persisting with my damaging behaviour, which would’ve meant my certain death.

I understand that admitting defeat can be humiliating, especially when addicts are so used to being in control. Most suffer from some or other compulsive disorder.

But when you refuse to admit your powerlessness, you stand to lose everything. Your ego, bad habits and compulsive behaviour aren’t only life-threatening; these things will also keep you from connecting to true Love.

The instant I surrendered, I slowly became aware of the behaviour that had led to all the wrong choices. Addictive behaviour, bad habits and the illness of addiction were all far stronger than I was. I didn’t have the power to stop myself. I had to surrender everything to make room for a Power greater than my own.

Even though my life was in complete chaos, I knew that, from then on, something much greater and mightier would be the guiding beacon in my life. I no longer had to live in crippling fear of the future. Everything was as God had planned it, and it was done out of love for me. I was okay.

Parents and friends often didn’t understand my recovery process. That’s because it’s hard for the average person to understand the illness of addiction.

People are often appalled by an addict’s behaviour and wants nothing to do with that person. For years, I believed I was bad. That there was something drastically wrong with me.

I had to decide to be strong even though I felt weak, hold my head high, endure the challenges of life and judgements of others in silence, and press on.

Social acceptance isn’t the same as recovery. To reconcile with your family and friends or to hold down a job doesn’t mean that you’re in the recovery phase of your addiction.

Recovery only happens when you change your old thought patterns and accept responsibility for your actions.

Recovery is a lifelong lifestyle. It’s frightening and terrifying but, if you’re like me, there is no other choice. Most parents think: simply place the child into rehabilitation and, ta-dah, he’s fixed and ready to perform. But I had to learn to hope and pray for wisdom in whichever situation I found myself, to distinguish the things I could change from the things over which I had no control.

There was nothing I could do about my family’s dysfunctional behaviour. I was just a child and there definitely were certain things I didn’t deserve. I didn’t deserve the pain. God knows most of my childhood memories are associated with the horrors of powerlessness.

As kids we learned not to be vulnerable, but to be strong. This is what we were taught from an early age. To protect myself from the world, I secretly vowed never to be as defenceless and exposed as I was as a child. I’d hide my pain and fears deep inside myself. That was my defence – my strategy for survival. But ultimately I’d realise that if I really wanted to get better, I had to face these fears to overcome my past.

You have to do some soul-searching to determine the source of your problems: the motivation behind your addictive behaviour. Many addicts never do this, and never experience sustainable sobriety and complete freedom. I had to undergo a change of heart, a complete internal spring-cleaning.

It’s only then that the road to freedom opens up to you and you can bravely take that first step.

Addicts know despair, broken friendships and dis­appointment. I’ve been pushed to the point of complete hopelessness and despair; I’ve been tested to the limit and have relapsed many times.

Even so, it’s good to reach a point where you’re sick and tired of being sick and tired; that’s when you’re in the right space. When you’re an addict, often you don’t have control over what happens in your life but you do have control over your choices; you have the power to choose what you believe.

Addicts need to believe and hope. Without hope, a little faith in yourself and a loving Power, you won’t have the strength to see in tomorrow’s dawn sober.

The day I admitted and accepted my powerlessness, I made myself receptive to a new idea: the possibility of the existence of a Power greater than me. This Power has a love and kindness strong enough to relieve me of my obsessions and compulsive behaviour.

I now know this: neither I nor any other addict can succeed alone.

1Narcotics Anonymous World Services. 1998. Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions. Accessed 21 March 2018.www.na.org/admin/include/spaw2/uploads/pdf/handbooks/IGG.pdf