The imagination is a wonderful thing. It can both inspire and save a life. When I’m at a meeting, and if I get the chance to say my piece, I use my imagination to describe how it is I cope with my addiction.
I picture it as a toy of some description, say a really ugly teddy bear, wrapped from head to toe in duct tape. Then I imagine the bear locked in a room with no windows or light. The only person who has a key to this room is me. Therefore the only person who can let my addiction out is me. Occasionally I hear a muffled cry come out from the room, but I don’t worry about it. My addiction is locked away. It can call out all it wants – but there’s no way I’m letting it out to play.
This is how I cope. It works for me and I find it empowering.