Friday, August 16, 2013

House of Horrors

Chris Newcomb, M.Div.

Home sweet home!  There's nothing like it.  Unless, of course, your home is a house of horrors.  I know it's not Halloween yet and please forgive the cheesy bat flying overhead pic above but hopefully it will make sense by the end of this article. 

As a kid, I had a friend who loved to watch horror movies.  He would push me to come over and watch them with him and I would evade his invitation almost daily.  Finally, I gave in and watched one with him.  That was the worst mistake I would make for a good 10 years.  Why?  Because horror movies cause fear.  I hate fear.  Maybe you can relate?

Fear and I began dating regularly in 7th grade.  She was kind of ugly and her mother, Horror, dressed her funny but I got used to her bad breath and sinister voice the more we hung out.  Eventually, we hung out all the time.  I was one scared kid growing up.  

Ever been scared before?  Ever felt like you were living in a 'House of Horrors', so to speak?  If you've ever struggled with chronic pain then you know what I'm talking about.  If you've ever lived with an addiction to a drug, you know what I'm talking about.  If alcohol has ruined your life in some way, shape or form, you know what I'm talking about.  And what I'm talking about is horror is no picnic. 

The reality is that addiction is like living in a house of horrors.  It doesn't matter whether you come in through the front door (recreational drug use) or sneak in through the back (chronic pain).  Either way, there is an ogre standing 7 ft. tall weighing 310lbs waiting to terrorize you by throwing you through a wall as he calls you every name in the book.  Over dramatic example?  Perhaps.  But you get the point.  And, I bet you can relate!

How do you get out of the House of Horrors?  Run.  Forget trying to jimmy the engine on the car outside to get away.  Anyone who tries that in the horror movies dies.  I know, I've watched way too many of them.  Don't stop to look around and see if the ogre is chasing you.  If you do, you'll run into a tree and then you'll see him standing over you waiting to crush you.  No, quite simply, just run.  Run fast like the wind.  Sprint like you're Carl Lewis or Michael Johnson.  Run like your legs are a Ferrari carrying you away at 180mph.  Don't look back.  Don't look side to side.  Just run.  Breathe.  Run.  Breathe.  Run. Repeat.  Oh, and scream.  They do that in the horror movies so we want you to look real as you run.  SCREAM!!!!   Scream for help!  Help Me.  Help Me.  I can't get off this drug.  I need help.  Help me.  Like that.  Only louder.  People have to be able to hear you to rescue you.  That little whimper of a yell you've been doing isn't working.  

Ok, all horror movie jokes aside, please ask for help.  There's no shame in accidentally or purposely walking into a house of horror like addiction.  The only shame is staying there.  Leave now.  There is roadside assistance.  They're nice people.  They'll even buy you a soda on the way home.  Recovery is like that.  

At The Coleman Institute, we want take you away from your house of horrors and drop you off in front of your new mansion...called Recovery Manor.  It's beautiful.  It's nice.  It's all yours.  It's called your life in sobriety and recovery once you face your inner demons that are in control in the form of addiction.  

If you or someone you love is in need of detox from alcohol, opiates, benzos, Methadone, or Suboxone, please do not hesitate to call Jennifer Pius or Amy Stewart today.  They will be happy to be your guides into better housing, so to speak.  You can reach them at 1-877-773-3869 

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