Strung Out for the Holidays?

http://blogging.la/archives/images/2007/11/junkie-thumb.jpgWhile many of us are spending today baking pies and making cranberry relish, looking forward to tomorrow’s food bacchanal, I know there are some of you out there who are dreading the holiday. Perhaps you’ve alienated your family or friends and don’t feel like there’s any room at the table for you, or maybe you’ve got things a little more under control but you know from past experience that even the dope man seems to take Thanksgiving off and that thought worries you.

In short, I know that out of the bajillion readers b.la has, some of you are going to end up strung out on Thanksgiving. If that person turns out to be you, know that there are a couple of “marathon meetings” of Narcotics Anonymous in the SFV starting tonight and running through Thanksgiving. Details follow after the jump.

The meeting on Saticoy and Lindley runs from tonight at 10pm until tomorrow at 10pm. The meeting at Reseda and Superior begins at 7:30 tonight and runs until 11:30am Friday. Both events have a potluck dinner. If you’re lonely or hungry and you think you might have a drug problem, why not stop by? Worst case scenario, you get to hug some tattooed bikers and you’ll have a good story to tell. For more information on Narcotics Anonymous, check out some of their recovery literature online or look for a meeting near you. This weekend is also the annual regional convention of NA in Anaheim, so if you love what you find at those marathon meetings, you can spend all weekend celebrating. Because if a little is good, a lot is even better, right? (Photo by Lenny Montana used through Creative Commons)

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4 Replies to “Strung Out for the Holidays?”

  1. Travis, you instantly brought back memories of my worst Thanksgivings ever. And I was the sober one. I was 21 and my sister was 28. She and I were to spend the actual T-day together, going to the beach, then the big dinner with her friends and roommates. (Family dinner was to be the next day when more folks could get together.) We did the beach, then were on our way to to dinner and she just had to stop at a “friend’s” place. We were there for about 2 hours as she and he snorted up all kinds of coke and talked and talked and talked. I was timid, nervous, didn’t really know what to do. This was the sister I idolized and who I hadn’t spent a lot of time with (She lived in Hawaii, I was in school in LA). I finally said, “ummm, shouldn’t we be going to dinner?” She jumped up, all smiles and said, “Oh yeah! Let’s go!” and we went. The dinner was long over, the place (I hadn’t been there before) was a mess and everyone was high on something. I said good night and found a clean place to sleep on her bed and went to sleep, my eyes wide open. When I got back to LA, I wrote her a long letter telling her how sad, hurt, embarrassed and sorry I was that she was in that state and that I could not ever spend time with her again until she was sober. I can’t say my letter was the thing that made the change, but a few months later she found her bottom and worked her ass back up to clean and sober with help from NA. And she is still clean and sober, thank god.

    If you need help, please get help.

    Thank you Travis.

  2. Wow. If you can hit one reader at the edge this helped.

    My sad experience is that some just can’t or won’t be helped. My youngest brother is one. For nearly his entire life he’s been an “aholic” of some sort. When he was drinking it was “I’m not an alcholic, I can quit anytime” and he did. He took up coke. “I’m not a crackhead, I can quit anytime”, he did. He took up meth. “I’m not a methhead, I can quit anytime” and back to the booze he went with the entire circle starting all over. It’s been a nonstop swapping of addictions for as long as I remember.

    AA, NAA, counseling, stints with in-patient and out-patient only were short periods of sobriety. Even now he claims sobriety but I know otherwise. At first I pitied him and tried to help, I was paid back with his first suicide attempt in my apartment. I’ve time my time as both the enabler and the savior.

    In the end I learned only he could save himself. It’s been nearly 25 years of this hell for all of us. I really want my kid brother back not the miserable soul he has become. I can’t change it and it took me a while to learn that.

    So Travis, I applaud you for bringing this up. If you have given one addict making bad choices the out he needs to fix himself it has been worth every electron you put forth.

  3. having spent more than one thanksgiving dreading the scrutiny of life and the reveal of my addiction and lifestyle to my parents, I know this feeling all to well… thank you for reminding me what i have to be thankful for this year.

    there are also marathon AA meetings just north of melrose @ robertson.

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