Sense
Lately, God has been giving me lots of instances in where I have needed to be patient. To be patient, trust God, trust others, trust processes and systems. Sometimes, I have to admit, this is hard. Not just at work, but at home too, as I've had to readjust myself to sharing my space with someone else. Now don't get me wrong, it's a choice that I made, a VERY good choice, but it's like a marriage really. You move into not just with your chosen roommate, but you get their family and other stuff too, and sometimes....I just want....silence. I think that's normal with life though, you know? As I say quite often, it is what it is. Don't get me wrong. I love my home life. I love my job. I love my JOBS. I love my boys. I love the work that I do and the people (mostly) that I get to work with as we face the every day battles of mental illness. But there are some really tough days, But there are some really awesome days!
This past Saturday, I had the opportunity to partake in an addictions/substance use disorder conference in Boston. The very first speaker was my favorite of the entire conference, and I think it was because of his takeaway message; addiction should be treated like a medical problem, because that's what it is. He was talking about a program that he used to work at where it was primarily a detox unit and if the patients skipped 2 groups, they were kicked out. So his line of thinking was; if a diabetic on a medical floor refused to attend a group about diabetic education, how much trouble would the facility get in if they threw that patient out? So why is addiction so commonly overlooked?
Unpopular opinion; I think addiction is a disease.
I do. I think it is a series of disjointed thoughts and ways of life. A disorder. And it's hard. It's frustrating sometimes. It's sad sometimes. It scares me sometimes. But what that guy at the conference said just made...sense. I remember saying to myself "Wow! That really makes sense!" And little by little, I can see my thinking starting to change. And my patience starting to increase, at home too, but mostly at work. It's the little things really, those reminders of why I do what I do. And they outweigh the bad, by far. BY FAR.
This past Saturday, I had the opportunity to partake in an addictions/substance use disorder conference in Boston. The very first speaker was my favorite of the entire conference, and I think it was because of his takeaway message; addiction should be treated like a medical problem, because that's what it is. He was talking about a program that he used to work at where it was primarily a detox unit and if the patients skipped 2 groups, they were kicked out. So his line of thinking was; if a diabetic on a medical floor refused to attend a group about diabetic education, how much trouble would the facility get in if they threw that patient out? So why is addiction so commonly overlooked?
Unpopular opinion; I think addiction is a disease.
I do. I think it is a series of disjointed thoughts and ways of life. A disorder. And it's hard. It's frustrating sometimes. It's sad sometimes. It scares me sometimes. But what that guy at the conference said just made...sense. I remember saying to myself "Wow! That really makes sense!" And little by little, I can see my thinking starting to change. And my patience starting to increase, at home too, but mostly at work. It's the little things really, those reminders of why I do what I do. And they outweigh the bad, by far. BY FAR.
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