1 / 2 I am not an alcoholic but I am an addict.
I am not an alcoholic but an addict, a user, or instead, I use addictive behaviour(s). I share this in all its vulnerabilities. Vulnerability is derived from the Latin Volnerare, “to wound.” Fragility is part of our nature and something we cannot escape. It is the season of Lent, a journey towards the ultimate suffering, death, life and hope. This is a time to lament and reflect. A time to search, to look, to see, to seek. To look into the darkness as well as the light. We are not defined by our wounds; we are made fully human in our vulnerability and authenticity in the hope our true identity can be found. For as long as I can remember, I have “used” Alcohol as part of my daily life. It often has, and paradoxically felt like, a safe place to flee. I say paradoxically because anything used in unhealthy ways is not a safe place to be despite how it feels at the time. I know the feeling I get when I indulge in that place there. ...