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6 Signs Indicating You've Lost Control of Your Addiction

6 Signs Indicating You've Lost Control of Your Addiction

What are the signs that show you've lost control of your addiction? Living with a addiction can be one of the hardest things anybody would ever understanding.

Having managed it for years, I lost and got back the power over my life, my mind, and my body after a comparatively long time period of tussle, verbosity, and depression. During that dark period, I felt lost to outside world and cared less about anything.


Initially, my addiction made me unperturbed by the many problems before me.


All of my worries and challenges abruptly mixed and disappeared throughout that overpowering feeling of fake happiness and gladness that finally lead to my gravest moment.

The period before I enrolled in a remedial program remains one of the toughest periods of my addiction. Not realizing that I have lived with addiction problem gave me time to make up reasons why I acted like a person with no direction, giving up everything I worked hard for, everyone I care about left me and I have nothing left.


The Following Are The 6 Signs That Opened My Understanding Making Me Realise How I Lost Control Over My Life

  • My world was filled with calamity and anguish

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. There was a bleak feeling within me which overwhelmed my senses thereby holding me stagnant. My situation appeared hopeless while my lamentations were only equalled by the feeling of being let-down which my family felt because of me. Everything appeared to be an acts of futility and the feeling of disappointment I began feeling must be contrasted and the failure I knew I was bringing about to my friends and family. I felt like everything was trying refresh my memory on my so many errors and the grief I was causing everyone. This phase felt like it was on replay where nervousness and hopelessness toiled with me endlessly, and my escape route was to take more substance. Apparently, by utilizing more and more often, the spiral of self-destruction I was entangled in took its baddest and massive turn and enabled me feel I was attaining a point of no comeback. By now the depression and nervousness within me were so exhausting that my supposed liberation which is my addiction only compounded my problems.

  • Everything you had in life walked and then run away from you

I appreciate the people who stood by me when I was deep in substance abuse. But not all the people were like that, some left me and never came back, the addiction that I had, they just did not get it. However, as a result of how deep into my issues and challenges I was, I began to drive away even the people that desired to remain around to get me out of it. I became extremely bid with simply getting the next hit, that I allowed it eclipse all the other things. I began to report ill at work because I didn't feel like working. I passed up a great opportunity for dates and social occasions with loved ones since I couldn't manage being calm for so long. Life phased down itself to only one thing, and that single thing was what switched the lights off in my life to the extent that I lost all I once cared about.

  • You become a puppet to drugs.

Self control was never my most grounded suit. When I was utilizing, I cant even recall how many occasions I told myself it was the final time. The thoughts of having "the last taste before I completely stop" was the thing that kept me from stopping, the loop still went on. Sorrow and tension assumed control and I could no longer face anybody or look at individuals without flinching without feeling lament. I avoided all my obligations and duties rather I stayed indoors. When bills arrived they began to accumulate on the table. Sometimes the phone would not cease to ring as everyone knew there were issues in my life which I'm battling with; I just didn't want to admit to them that they were right. I felt like I no longer have power over anything. I didn't even have control over the place, the amount or the time I engaged in substance abuse.

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

This action of mine might be the fire when I had axes. Clearly, the lies had the role they played in my self-destruction, but the truth remains that these lies are due to what everyone would think about my addiction, but eventually they were not sustainable. I was obtaining cash from loved ones, failing to be ready to give it back. My drug use was destroying my life in all ramifications. I was mistreating my body. I halted eating, ceased taking good care of myself, began losing weight at a disturbing rate; every person recognised I was having issues and they all desired to assist, but deceiving them and myself simply created a barrier between them and me. I did not realize that I was also lying to my suffering self. I consistently and with vigour continued to lie to myself about the so many reasons why I should stay addicted.

  • You pursue motivating high to stay away from withdrawal

Frankly, no one who engages in substance abuse would want to go through the withdrawal phase; it's like a nightmare for an addict. I wanted to run away from all the tension, worries and despair which made the situation complicated. I was taking in order not to lose that feeling of euphoria since I understand what came after and I could not handle it. It's such a powerful and overwhelming situation that you feel like the only way out of it is by using more and more often. The way I handled my feelings, made it worse and worse because I lost control of myself.

  • Nothing else is of importance

After all the justifiable reasons were said. Every connection with loved ones was broken by me. All my worries became real and I bothered no more about anything else other than getting intoxicated. 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. I lost my job, my phone stopped ringing, even my family started to take steps back and leave me.


At this point, words from those I loved the most began to beat inside my head. 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.


The bad experience of addiction was something I would never want to get into again, it was probably as worse for my family and friends beside me, we buried the history deep down. A little knowledge about what substance abuse was would have made the whole situation less complicated. While things were spiralling crazy, those that dependably remained by me were seeing every one of these signs that I neglected to see at first.

Love and sufferance were two things that delivered me and my loved ones.


I thought everything was lost however at last, I experienced a recuperation procedure that opened my eyes to another upbeat solid life, where I haven't overlooked my past yet I pardoned myself for what I did and requested absolution without disgrace. No doubt that phase was difficult yet I am glad I was well supported during the entire dark period.

Identifying these signs can bring a significant change into the life of a user, allowing them to understand that you still care irrespective of how sore things may turn out can be what will eventually light up the path to sobriety.