Tonight I was feeling alone. My husband is on day 5 of withdrawing. Feeling 5 straight days of stomach aching anxiety, while thinking 24/7 of plans to help us avoid ending up here again, finally just gets too overwhelming. Out of desperation, like many times before, I googled ….wife of a drug addict, drug addicts wife, and then a numerous of otheir word combinations in hopes to find some connection to someone like me. Sadly, I found nothing. I couldn’t help but think about all the others out there just like me. Wanting to find someone, also experiencing the unexplainable range of emotion that can only be understood by loving an addict.
So here I am.
I, am the wife of a drug addict. Don’t let the title fool you. I do not believe that is who my husband is. My husband is the most wonderful human I have ever met. Drugs are his weakness, and his weakness is not who he is.
Even though it’s hard for me, I am going to try to be as raw as possible. That’s the only way that I can truly connect with you. To share the good the bad, the roller coaster it is to be so involved with addiction.
Since it’s so hard to know where to begin, I can generalize my feelings.
It is so hard. I know I know, I have family and friends! Why not lean on them for help and strength. I have learned that it almost always makes life harder. It doesn’t ease the pain, doesn’t change the trial, doesn’t feel any less lonely. In the end I’m left with family and friends exhausted by my repeated feelings, when they feel fresh each time to me.
Feeling like they don’t understand, is actually accurate. They don’t. Any advice they can conjure up, I already know and understand.
All I ever seek is pure love. For me and my husband. Despite the greatest of intentions, love is always disguised in advice and worry. I spend too much of my time evaluating my life on my own to let my time with friends and family become tainted by concern and negativity.
Even amongst the loneliness of what feels like quiet suffering, I know that I am not alone. Christ suffered alone so we don’t have to. I believe in the atonement of Christ. I know that He made it possible to be changed and cleansed. I have hope. And for that, I am grateful.
The Addicts Wife