A is for Addiction

Published on January 25, 2026 at 11:26 AM

Hi, my name is Perspective

 

I am an addict-

In some sort of recovery...maybe.

 

A stage of it, though I can’t allot a number to it.

 

Like rebooting some old-timey computer system.

Layers and layers and layers of corrupted memories...

Layer after layer of denial, projecting and mirror recognition.

 

Only what lies beneath is an addict-

I can say workaholic, or drama and distraction addict.

I could say smoker, caffeine and avoidance-

But somehow saying “I don’t drink” or “I don’t do drugs” removes the stigma of “addiction”...

So the addiction can somehow be justified in its’ existence.

“Well... at least I don’t do THAT!”

 

In this life-

I’ve seen how you can’t really fully understand a thing-

Until it’s lost.

You can’t fully recognize it, until it’s gone-

All the way.

 

Identity being the deepest layer to shed- since the core of all perception stems from that alone.

 

People talk about appreciating, and being glad for things- in the moment.

Mindfulness...seeing where you are now.

 

And that is a practise-

Not a “one and done” sort of thing-

 

So addiction can sneak up on you unaware-

So long as you ignore it.

Maybe even more so if you can somehow justify it with your ego.

 

My name is Clarity, and I am an addict.

A recovering workaholic-

Who over-defines with other things-

To avoid defining and recognizing the “self”.

 

Bam.

 

And when that breaks apart-

The endless cascade of being able to ask “maybe”

Accept and embrace the maybe-

And let it go.

 

So I don’t think there’s a 12 step program...

But there is a lot I still don’t know.

 

Could be people-addiction is a thing too...

And I just haven’t yet grasped the depths of that possibility.

 

Seems too big at the moment I guess-

 

Christmas Day chat with my sister-

We,

The kind who can expound on a topic far past the ridiculous and end up somehow making way too much sense.

 

Decided,

Between the two of us-

Swapping addiction stories back and forth;

 

That my “workaholic-ism” is far more likely a people-addiction.

People pleasing potential, for sure.

 

Creating streams of other addictive behaviours -

Like 

-she might sip coffee and scroll tik-tok,

While I’m busy smoking and overthinking about some other people problem.

 

So-

Count em up-

Bad life choices,

Overthinking,

Work “problem solving”

While justifying it all in the name of “productivity”...

 

Ha!

 

Throw caffeine and tobacco over that like salt and pepper-

You got a full-scale problem on your hands.

But it’s not a “you” problem.....right?

 

“We need accountability partners” I chirped-

Like the true problem solving champ.

 

Alcoholics Anonymous totally nailed that one-

 

Meetings for members but partners for full disclosure.

 

Wendy found a website for Workaholics Anonymous and read me out their 12 steps.

Who needs Google when your sister is an awesome human?!?

 

By the time she was done reading,

I could only blurt out an uncensored:

“ I could join a cult!”

Yep- she responded with a laugh.

 

“We need an anonymous anonymous” she said.

I could somehow picture that masked guy on the interwebs uttering threats to Obama.

Pop culture...

 

Anonymous Anonymous..support group for the un-named and somehow justified addictions.

 

Bad habits covering over addictions like self-care bandaids and labelled “me time”.

 

I asked Wendy if she thought that maybe there was some kind of backwards depression-

Work depression?

 

Cuz as the last weeks have stretched out,

I wondered over and over if all these bad habits,

Replacing the things I once loved doing-

The healthy, balanced - good tools for mental health...

Were easier in some way to make sense of.

 

If Anonymous anonymous had some slogan,

I’m sure it would have to be:

 

Don’t be a tool,

Use your tools.

 

Like some kind of war cry for the weary.

 

Breathe in:

One thing at a time

 

Breathe out:

But by grace go I.

 

-E