Sorry this is a bit of a long post. The TLDR is I believe it’s a disease. Here’s my source link and anecdotal evidence.
I consider myself open-minded, and I believe that there are many ways to kick addiction. However, if it weren’t considered a disease – and please someone with better knowledge than me about this correct me if I’m wrong – why’s it listed in the ICD-10?
https://www.who.int/substance_abuse/terminology/definition1/en/
And if I understand the process correctly, it’s just a matter of time before it’s listed in the DSM? I’m a sucker for scientific papers, so if anyone has some links to scientific studies refuting the WHO’s determination, I’m interested.
To take this a little further, it’s my understanding that those with bipolar condition understand they need to take their medication. They know inherently what it does and why they need it, yet many times a bipolar person will find a reason to stop taking meds. Again, please set me straight if I’m wrong here.
I messed with trying to figure out the how’s and why’s of my addiction for many, many years. Like @Eke said earlier, knowing all that didn’t stop me. The more I knew, the more often I slipped because I couldn’t make sense of it.
“You can’t make sense out of nonsense.”
After I heard this phrase one day (something completely unrelated) I looked back at my time pre-sobriety trying to come up with a logical explanation to my addiction, and there it was.
There was no logical explanation. It’s like I know ice cream goes in the freezer. I see people put it there. I’ve put it there myself. Everyone I know puts ice cream in the fridge. Yet, everytime, I open the oven and wonder where the ice cream is.
My needing a reason for everything, and for everything to be logical and in order was just me trying to run shit. I know this because this need for logic and order stood in direct conflict with my addiction, a horrifically disordered and chaotic condition I had no answer to.
It was me wanting to do this by myself because I was scared shitless, ashamed of what I was doing, and angry that I got stuck with cleaning up this mess. Part of me also liked my addiction… it was the consequences that really sucked.
6 years later, I still have no fucking clue why I self-medicated. Genetics? It was first come, first serve for dysfunctional behavior patterns? I had an amygdala the size of an SUV and a non-existent prefrontal cortex? ¯_(ツ)_/¯
To get sober, I said, fuck it. He’s sober and she’s sober and they’re sober. I’ma ask what they did, then keep my head down and do that.
My addiction isn’t an A + B = C condition. It’s a fucking 500 lb. hairball that I had to treat by unraveling it one strand at a time with tweezers. I’m still not done, probably never will be, and I still need help with it.