By Ron Kerron
Ah! I remeber it like it was yesterday – in fact it was yesterday! I completely hit rock bottom… I experienced what every addict dreads; I ran out of crack, yet I still had a hunger for the HIGH. If you’ve ever been there you know how that went, I started the “World Famous” crack search, which spanned the entire 500 feet of my apartment… Yo see in my extreme state of crack induced paranoia I often hide pieces of rock from myself or from the imaginary police outside, who I think are shinning lights outside my doors and are ready to arrest me at any moment (How in the world they know I’m in my room sucking on that crack pipe, I just don’t know but they’re out there… I think).
I started rummaging through the cabinets, the drawers, on top of the fridge – there I am on all fours scouring the carpets inch by inch, Like a CSI Miami detective in search of a clue. Finally “Victory” I found what I’ve been looking for – A piece of much welcomed Crack, my mouth began to water…I had to have it. You’ve heard of the “New York Minute”, well I smoked this fucking Rock in what I affectionately call the “Crack Addict Minute” – Holy shit you know what, it was fucking piece of Mozzerella Cheese.
In recovery and all the literature and the blogs, NABlog, AABlog, just to mention a few states that there is a time in every addicts life when they hit that point (BIG or Small) where there is just no going any further – they have a choice to either stay there and die or get up get help and live, this was my moment. I knew I needed some goddamn help, because if I could smoke a friggin milk product, what esle could I end up smoking – the sky’s the limit and I didn’t want to find out.
I wrote this letter over six months ago to my “Guide” what I affectionately refer to my Narcotics Anonymous (NA) sponsor. It was one of his requirements, that I have a personal journal to blatantly document everthing that was occuring in my life – even the relapses. He reffered to is as a “How to” manual, because each entry explains and examines how the desire to use came on, and how I can use that information to not use.
It was difficult at first; you see on a fresh high I had problems writing my own name much less writing a coherent sentence. The following day after the crack left my system, I started writing it felt strange, but good… It was nice to be completely honest wuth my own feelings. I wrote a page a day – and in the process saved my life one day at a time. I haven’t looked back since, and each day I thank my personal “Guide”.
This is Ron Kerronian,
Thanks for letting me share.