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6 Signs That Shows You've Lost Control Over Your Addiction

6 Signs That Shows You've Lost Control Over Your Addiction

How can you tell when you are already overwhelmed by your addiction? Having a life with addiction could be a very difficult time.

Living with the struggle of addiction for years, I finally can get back on my feet in a normal life after having to overcome stress and discomfort. The world might as well have crashed onto itself and it would've weighed exactly the same to me.


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


The greater part of my apprehensions and issues all of a sudden blended and vanished all through that mind-boggling sentiment fake satisfaction and bliss that at last prompt to my breaking point.

The period before I enrolled in a remedial program remains one of the toughest periods of my addiction. Not being capable to accept I had an issue was what took charge of my daily and made me dig like a madman in my own mind searching for exemptions and arguments to justify my attitude, till I ultimately recognised it had carried away all things I worried about, every person I ever adored and every dream I ever had.


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

  • Life appears to be just doom and dark

Regardless of the quantity of the substance I took, my addiction made me feel disillusioned about life in general. Depression dominated over me like a heavy blanket that prevented me from moving in any direction. Everything appeared to be an acts of futility and the feeling of disappointment I began feeling must be contrasted and the mistake I knew I was bringing about to my friends and family. Each and every thing looked to be a lost cause and the sense of remorse I commenced undergoing could simply be equated with the dissatisfaction I knew I was making to my loved ones. It was similar to life's only goal was to remind me of the number of faults I had caused and to what extent I was aching every individual encircling me. It was a never ending cycle where dejection and verbosity kicked the ball into each other's court and my only solution was to raise the quantity I was taking. By using it over and over again, I hit the bottom of depression and I felt like I could not crawl my way out, I was so hopeless in the darkest place to be. At this stage, the uneasiness and the despair in life turned out to be such a weight, to the point that despite the fact that I was utilizing to get away, it was just pushing me harder into my enslavement.

  • All that you think about blurs away until you lose it

Some of the people I had close to me during my time as a stoner were present to support me till the very end, and for this, I'm so grateful. Many others couldn't withstand it any longer and left for good because they could simply not comprehend how much my dependence functioned. Truly, my problems were complex, and it affected my attitude towards the people who stood by me. 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 could not stand not using so I skipped meetings, and social get-togethers regardless of who was involved. 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 powerful suit. When I was utilizing, I can't much recollect how often I revealed to myself it was the last time. Every one of those times leads to me imagining how it would be alright to only take a little bit more as a 'goodbye' to the drugs. My body and soul were controlled by the guilt and frustration, leaving me unable to interact with people like I used to because the guilty I felt. I locked myself in my apartment, leaving my work and everything I should have done outside. At the point when bills came they began to heap up on the table. Now and again the telephone wouldn't quit ringing since everyone knew there was something incorrectly going ahead in my life; I simply would not like to disclose to them they were correct. I felt like didn't have control over anything any longer. having no idea that it was something I consumed infinitely.

  • You lie to everybody, yourself inclusive

Possibly the situation degenerated due to the lies. My dread of being judged or thrown out made me lie so regularly that at last, it was practically difficult to stay aware of the considerable number of things I had made up just to have the capacity to fulfil my compulsion. I was obtaining cash from loved ones, failing to be ready to give it back. Addiction was destroying my life in numerous ways, monetarily, emotionally and biologically. I was misusing my body. I desisted from food, stopped looking after myself, began to shed weight at a frightening speed; everybody knew I was having issues and they all wished to render assistance, but lying to them and myself only created a barrier between them and me. It created a yet even larger and stronger wall between me and myself. I consistently and with vigour continued to lie to myself about the so many reasons why I should stay addicted.

  • You choose to get high than to resist yourself

Pull-out is one of the depressive phases for an addict. The worries and all those mixed feelings that make everything look like hell is something that I wanted to avoid by all possible means. 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 strong and extreme condition that you feel like it's the only solution is by taking more and more frequently. And because of the fact that the more I take it, the higher the tolerance I developed, it became worse with time.

  • Nothing else matters

I drowned myself by reasons to keep using. Every one of the ties with friends and family were cut by me. It happened, nothing else matter, I just kept getting high and I felt like stuck. I drove every person out of my life and just a few decided to hold on outside for the chance to come up where they could return and support me. I was so visually impaired by my compulsion that actually nothing else mattered. My boss dismissed me, my workmates halted ringing, most of my blood ties slowly gave up and attempted to turn the page.


At this stage, words from the ones I cherished the most began to bob 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.


Staying with a dependence is possibly the most difficult situation I have ever experienced, and surely could as well be the toughest thing my family and allies have ever undergone. I trust things could've been somewhat less demanding on everybody on the off chance that we as a whole knew more about what habit implies to the someone who is addicted as well as to the family. The period when my situation looked gloomy, the people close to me observed all these signs I was missing.

My family and I survived that dark period due to our closeness and perseverance.


Initially, it all looked gloomy, yet I got into a remedial program which provided insight on living a cheerful and drug-free life, and this assisted me to live with myself and apologise for my wrongs without reproach. 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.