I’ve thought long and hard about writing and sharing this. I have thought about the impact it may have on my family and friends, my employers reaction and any future employers that may read this. Over the past few months I have shared my darkest feelings and experiences with you all. Todays blog will take that to another level. I’d like to talk about my addiction.
- the fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance or activity.
There are many types and levels of addiction, most have severe life changing consequences. Mine certainly does.
Possibly the first addiction many of you thought about when you read the blog title. You can easily become addicted to a whole range of drugs. Prescription to class A. They can consume and ruin peoples lives. My addiction is far worse.
Now I like a beer as much as anyone, but if you’re drinking to numb the pain, you may have a problem. Apart from raising a glass of sherry on Christmas morning I’m not normally one for day drinking. If you wake up to vodka (other drinks are available), you are on a slippery slope. My addiction is far worse.
It could start with a couple of quid in the fruit machine in the pub or an afternoon at the bingo, no real problem. However if you wake up and spend the day in the bookmakers, alarm bells should sound. My addiction is far worse.
Everyone loves to shop and treat themselves. Shopping has become more of a common addiction since the introduction of online outlets. If you are on first name terms with your dpd driver, beware. My addiction is far worse.
We all love sex, let’s be honest. Some people take it to a whole different level and can’t seem to live without it. Due to the potential of younger eyes reading this, I’ll leave this one here. My addiction is far worse.
Is it time?
Should I tell you my addiction? Are you ready to find out? I don’t want you to think of me or treat me any differently when you find out
My addiction is……………………..
Red Leicester mini cheddars. I would literally kill for these bad boys (not really(yes really)). I can’t get enough of them. I’ve driven past closed shops and considered ram raiding just to get my fix. I would take them out of a complete strangers trolly. I would fight for the last bag on the shelves. I’m in over my head, raging out of control for these baked marvels. MY NAME IS MARTIN AND I AM AN ADDICT.
I told you it was bad……..