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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? Having a life with addiction could be a very difficult time.

I went through a phase of unending apprehension, desolation and mental disturbance; during this phase, I felt tortured but then my breakthrough came, I got back on my feet and became the captain of my ship. The world might also have fallen upon itself and it would've just the same importance to me.


When I commenced utilizing I felt like all of my fears were left on hold.


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

The period before I enrolled in a remedial program remains one of the toughest periods of my addiction. Not being capable to accept I had an issue was what took charge of my daily and made me dig like a madman in my own mind searching for exemptions and arguments to justify my attitude, till I ultimately recognised it had carried away all things I worried about, every person I ever adored and every dream I ever had.


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

  • Life appears to be just doom and dark

When I consumed, I lost count of how much of it I took, but both my feelings and my life did not get any better. Depression assumed control me like an overwhelming cover that prevented me from moving in any heading. Everything appeared to be an acts of futility and the feeling of disappointment I began feeling must be contrasted and the mistake I knew I was bringing about to my friends and family. 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. Everything in my life was telling me that I was the worst person for letting down everyone who cared about me, that I have made the worst mistakes over and over again. It was a never ending cycle where dejection and verbosity kicked the ball into each other's court and my only solution was to raise the quantity I was taking. Apparently, my continuous usage of the substance made me feel like the deadly and aimless mission I was on has reached the breaking point. At this stage, the uneasiness and the despair in life turned out to be such a weight, to the point that despite the fact that I was utilizing to get away, it was just pushing me harder into my enslavement.

  • All the things you pay attention to fades out till you miss it

Some of the people I had close to me during my time as a stoner were present to support me till the very end, and for this, I'm so grateful. But not all the people were like that, some left me and never came back, the addiction that I had, they just did not get it. Nevertheless, because of how profound into my issues and issues I was, I began to push away even the ones that needed to stick around to receive me in return. I became extremely bid with simply getting the next hit, that I allowed it eclipse all the other things. I began to report wiped out at work since I didn't crave going. I lost good opportunities for dates and meetings with friends and family since I could not handle being sober for a long duration of time. Life reduced itself to simply one thing, and that very single thing was what darkened my life to the stage where I lost everything I at one time loved.

  • You cannot control your own life anymore

Self-control was never my most powerful suit. I had repeatedly lied to myself that I would quit drugs every time I took drugs. Each one of those circumstances prompt to me supposing how it would be alright to simply utilize a smidgen more as a "farewell" to the substances. 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 hid in my flat day and night, dropping any other duties. 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 the time, place or even the quantity I took.

  • You mislead everybody including yourself

This was possibly the thing that caused matters tougher than what they could've been. My fear of being criticized or driven out made me fib very often that in the end, it was more or less difficult to follow up all the things I had fabricated in order to be able to gratify my habit. Financially I was a mess; I kept accumulating debts. My drug use was destroying my life in all ramifications. I was misusing my body. I desisted from food, stopped looking after myself, began to shed weight at a frightening speed; everybody knew I was having issues and they all wished to render assistance, but lying to them and myself only created a barrier between them and me. 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 pursue motivating high to stay away from withdrawal

Pull-out is one of the depressive phases for an addict. I wanted to run away from all the tension, worries and despair which made the situation complicated. Getting high while using is a feeling that can replace those negative feelings, so I did it to avoid being depressed. It results in an avoidable lust to use again and again. I was defeated by the situation that pushed me to take the easy way, by using again. The way I handled my feelings, made it worse and worse because I lost control of myself.

  • I lacked interest in everything apart from drugs.

After every one of the reasons were said. All the bonds with adorable ones were ended by me. I was so into drugs and that euphoric feeling that I had little thought for anything else and finally my nightmares came to reality. I pushed everybody out of my life and just a couple sat tight outside for the chance to emerge where they could return and help me. I was neck deep into drugs that I had no interest whatever in anything else. So I lost my job, and my co-workers stopped trying to come across, many of my loved ones gradually got over my situation and moved on.


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.


My involvement in drugs can be regarded as one of the difficult phases of my life and is the toughest things my loved ones have ever faced. I know things could've been a little bit easier for everyone if we all understand a little more about what dependence signifies not just to the user but also to the family. While things were going out of control, those that constantly remained by me were detecting all these signs that I neglected to observe at first.

Love and persistence were two things that spared me and my friends and family.


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. I am so grateful that I was surrounded by people who knew I could be saved and I deserved a new life.

Detecting these signs can bring a big difference in the life of a dependent, allowing them understand that you yet care despite how bad things will get can be what in the end brightens up the road to sobriety.