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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

What are the signs that show you've lost control of your addiction? Managing a habit can be one of the most difficult things anyone could ever undergo.

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 should have broke down onto itself and it would've mattered recently the same to me.


The worries never died, haunted me to sleep and everywhere I went, whatever I did.


My worries and trepidations abruptly disappeared during that period of false ecstasy which invariably left a bitter aftermath.

One of the most difficult stages of my dependence were the first few months before really going into rehab. Being unable to admit I had an issue was what took charge of my life and made me adopt a'resolute'state of mind, like a madman, finding excuses and acceptable explanations to justify my attitude, before I eventually understand that it had taken away all I cared about, everyone I ever loved and every single vision I ever had.


These Are The Six Signs Which Made Me Aware Of My Lack Of Authority Over Everything About Me

  • Life is by all accounts just fate and despair

When I was a big utilizer, it didn't count what or how much of it I had, life would simply not have the joy that it formerly had. There was a bleak feeling within me which overwhelmed my senses thereby holding me stagnant. My situation appeared hopeless while my lamentations were only equalled by the feeling of being let-down which my family felt because of me. Everything appeared to be hopeless and the guilt I began to feel could only be likened to the frustration I knew I was bringing on my loved ones. I felt like everything was trying refresh my memory on my so many errors and the grief I was causing everyone. It was a never stopping system where dejection and anxiety passed the ball onto one an tither's court and my only path out was to heighten the amount I was utilizing. Apparently, by utilizing more and more often, the spiral of self-destruction I was entangled in took its baddest and massive turn and enabled me feel I was attaining a point of no comeback. By now the depression and nervousness within me were so exhausting that my supposed liberation which is my addiction only compounded my problems.

  • Everything you had in life walked and then run away from you

A portion of the general population I had around me amid my time as a someone who is addicted remained by to help me until the very end, and for that, I'm extremely thankful. Well, my reliance on drugs seemed like a mystery to several others, so they left. Because of the lowest point I hit, I lost some people that actually cared about me and wanted to help me going through hard times, I just made them leave. I became so obsessed with just taking the next dose, that I allow it to render every other thing less significant. I began to report sick my workplace because I have no desire to go. I passed up a great opportunity for dates and social occasions with loved ones since I couldn't manage being calm for so long. The only thing which made my life seem meaningful was the one thing which caused my disillusion such that everything I held dearly vanished.

  • You lose control of your ordinary

Self control was never my most grounded suit. When I was utilizing, I cant even recall how many occasions I told myself it was the final time. The thoughts of having "the last taste before I completely stop" was the thing that kept me from stopping, the loop still went on. It was impossible to converse with people nor have them see me, despair and nervousness were written all over me, and this made me feel extremely bitter. 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. My phone started to ring all the time when people started to realize that I might have problems going on, but I denied, I didn't know what was going on in my mind, it is like something have taken over my mind, body, and soul. Not even when, where or even how much I utilized.

  • You use lies as shields for your problems

This was maybe the thing that compounded the situation than what they could've been. Clearly, the lies had the role they played in my self-destruction, but the truth remains that these lies are due to what everyone would think about my addiction, but eventually they were not sustainable. Financially I was a mess; I kept accumulating debts. Addiction was demolishing my life from numerous points of view, fiscally, sincerely and naturally. I never cherished my body rather I violated it. I began to starve myself, paid no attention to how I look and then a severe form of emaciation set in, and since everyone was aware I was facing difficult situations they tried to assist me in any form, rather my lies kept them at bay. It assembles a yet much greater and thicker divider amongst me and myself. I revealed to myself such a large number of stories, contentions and motivations to continue utilizing that I trust I could've composed a book on sorry excuses to mishandle drugs.

  • You choose to get high than to resist yourself

Withdrawal is one of the baddest things a dependent can undergo. Depression, frustration and other negative feelings are something that everyone do not want to keep, for an addict, those are more like feelings to avoid. Getting high while using is a feeling that can replace those negative feelings, so I did it to avoid being depressed. It's such a powerful and overwhelming situation that you feel like the only way out of it is by using more and more often. Everything degenerated even further since my body adapted to the dosage I took.

  • Nothing else is of importance

After all the exemptions were said. All the bonds with adorable ones were ended by me. All my worries became real and I bothered no more about anything else other than getting intoxicated. I chased everybody out of my life and only a few decided to stay outside for the chance to come where they could get back in and rescue me. I was totally blinded by my habit that virtually nothing else is significant. I lost my job, my phone stopped ringing, even my family started to take steps back and leave me.


By now everything the people close to me told began to get to me. I was totally drowned in the well of addiction and thought I would die alone. But then I got an epiphany to reach out my hands asking for help, thankfully there were some people waited at the top of the well.


Living with an addiction is probably the most difficult thing I have ever experienced, and actually could also be the most difficult thing my family and friends have ever gone through. If only me and my family understood better about addiction and to handle it, I know it could be an easier process for everyone, so I hope it would be better for everyone else out there. As things were moving out of control, those that constantly supported me were paying attention to all these signs that I could not see from the start.

I was saved by my loving and patient family and friends.


I believed all the things were lost but at last, I went through a recuperation procedure that opened my eyes to a fresh jovial healthy life, where I haven't disregarded my past but I pardoned myself for what I did and requested for forgiveness without dishonour. It was difficult, I won't deceive, but I'm very jovial that I wasn't alone and that I still have individuals who trusted in me till I was back to normal.

Perceiving these signs can have a gigantic effect in the life of a someone who is addicted, telling them that despite everything you mind regardless of how awful things will get can be what at last lights up the way to restraint.