The Winter of my Discontent
Many years ago, there lived a man whose life was shadowed by a very dark cloud, "every day was a rainy day" he could only dream of bright days ahead, though that seemed a little optimistic and sometimes even very far-fetched. The cloud that covered him was the very same thing that he thought was keeping him safe from harm, like when he felt powerless to overcome obstacles or was disillusioned with events, current affairs and things that even in a democracy were never going to be achieved.
Disheartened and even disillusioned, he turned to drugs as a means of escapism, where life's monotonous bullshit was a thing of the past, or at least that's the way it seemed, (though time would prove very different). In the first few years of his drug use, things seemed okay, he made many new friends and they really made him feel at ease, also they did not seem to judge or stereotype (and for once he fitted in, and took to it obviously, "like a duck to water").
So with all his problems fading into the back-ground, he was drawn into a life of drugs and was very much a party animal. Over the years his inhibitions went and soon his morals and values would be called upon in the same way (and that's when the problematic lifestyle of drug addiction starts) as you rely on drugs to get you through the day and whatever the cost, as when your resources have dwindled or have been squandered, then the next stop is crime (and you have to thieve to be a functional person) as life without your daily fix is just too unbearable to even think about, let alone become a reality. Back then reality was perceived as how things were and that meant I hardly had any say over what was going on, I had to accept it, or deal with it the best way I knew how, and yes, no prize's for guessing, that meant using dru
gs to cover myself in cotton wool, which I thought (a false perception) was protecting me and I now know that "REALITY" is a perception, (the way you see things) and not necessary the way it looks like at the time.
"I now know that "REALITY" is a perception"
After many years of going nowhere except for prison or on a government correctional program, I was going round in circles like a gold-fish in a bowl and with no or little purpose in life, decided enough was enough and drastic action was needed, to crawl out of this abysmal hole I was in, and get a life, get a room, get a job and basically get it together fast, no messing and hopefully not too much stressing either. So as things went, I managed to get a D.T.T.O court order and have methadone prescribed, which stopped me stealing and allowed me to gradually detox myself and have money to pay rent and be able to hold down accommodation. After adhering to the program I was offered a bed at the Haven in Stevenage and since then my life has flourished in a very positive way and life is great!