The idea that some foods may be addictive, or that some people may be "food addicts," has changed how we may begin to think about the obesity epidemic, but it also poses questions regarding whom this may affect.
In February of this year, I received a phone call that made me pull off to the side of the road in tears. It was a phone call for help. It was a phone call from the kid who was facing involuntary manslaughter charges in the death of my brother.
Sober people can make drinkers feel uncomfortable, and sometimes they chime in with the most unusual comments. Drinkers, consider these next time you're around a Sober Sally.
I see a common theme in the African American community -- a tolerance of the current state. "This system wasn't made for us, that's just how it is," I hear. This mentality permeates through world famous academics, and is widely read in higher education.
I fell for nicotine gum as hard as I had fallen for cigarettes. It became my mouth's constant companion. I loved the instant kick of nicotine as I first bit down, the chewing, the sweetness, the secrecy. My gum is not like your gum. It is special. It is drug-gum.
I have a relationship with my children's dad today that is nothing short of miraculous. We laugh, we talk, love our sons unconditionally and with unabashed pride. Would I be the person I am today had I not been born to my family, through my father, to the life I live?
Sometimes I believe that my life does depend on it.
Recovery takes many forms and has many causes, but the common denominator is realizing the need for change. It's the most powerful and human ability -- the ability to be aware, to choose, to change, to recover (and repeat). It's essentially the will to grow every day.
I had been caretaking for so long that it was habitual and addictive. However, once I realized that it was controlling rather than loving, I became determined to heal this addiction. I'm happy to say that loving myself and sharing my love with others is what I do most of the time now, and it brings me great joy!
It is our hope that we have offered a substantial and useful foundation to the Buddhist recovery movement.
A little over a year ago, at 20 years old, I took my last sip of alcohol. That's right -- I've never even had a legal drink. Instead I've had lessons -- some of them obvious, others blessings in disguise.
By the time I started high school, I realized there was something I didn't know about my dad. He spent hours in the basement, took long bathroom trips and would abruptly leave conversations. I watched him and I began to follow him, culminating in my discovery.
To me, he was dad -- he could do no wrong. But to her, he was the man she fell in love with. A man who, no matter how wonderful of a person or incredible of a father he was (and he certainly was both of those things), would always be too sick to be a husband.
Most couples don't go through such a dramatic severance and reunification as Brandon and Suzanne, but nearly all endure some version of the death and rebirth cycle. Sometimes the coldest winter can precipitate the most joyful springtime renewal.
You'd be forgiven for thinking that a spa holiday was all about fluffy white robes and whale music. But these days, people are taking it one step further and are opting to use their vacation time for personal development or a complete body-mind detox.
I'm worried that we may be expecting more from naloxone than it can deliver. As far as public-health interventions to address the opioid-addiction epidemic go, naloxone distribution is about as downstream as it gets.