[343] The Bottle
I am a recovering addict and alcoholic. I started to write as part of my recovery program. This is the first thing I have really written that can describe what being an addict/alcoholic is like. Please be honest and critical. I just started writing so I want to know the truth.
What am I chasing at the bottom of the bottle?
Whatever it was by now I've surely swallowed.
Now my body is heavy upon waking as I just crave relief
My wallet is light from chasing my high by any means
My moral compass changes as I run low on funds
Now I'm contemplating doing things I never would have done.
I hear a voice in the back of my head saying "Stop this isn't you!"
But I've already gone so far I respond "What else do I have to lose?"
I'm just another addict who resorts to the bottle when I'm in pain
but how much longer before I'm dead or decide to change?
Through wasted times I have lost my purpose
Even the thought of life, well, it makes me nervous.
The bottle was a thief robbing me of peace
attempting and failing to use any substance as a release.
I've been filling a void for so long the old me is lost
Now though each day gets clearer and I'm no longer engulfed in a fog.
With help I don't need the bottle to satisfy although at times I still think I do.
I'm being taught that once I get it and the high passes I'll just be back to craving something new.
I lived as an extension of the bottle but am now finding a new identity
Knowing now beyond any doubt if I start using again my using will embody me
The success I am aspiring to is now within reach, but I'm still hungry for more
so I keep going to every meeting letting fellow recovering addicts move me forward.
I tell myself that I've got to stay sober and I know I can "one day at a time"
Those 5 words are what I grasp onto when it feels as though I'll lose my mind.
All those past years I had spent wasted never essentially went to waste,
for they can be put to use as an example of how not to live my old way
Critique: https://www.reddit.com/r/DestructiveReaders/comments/iyjk34/345_freedom_road
Posted Oct 7, 2020, 7:44 PM UTC
I think it's extremely honest and direct, and I assume and hope that it was therapeutic for you personally to get all that down on paper.
I'm not sure it's going to work as great literature though -- mostly because of its straightforwardness and directness.
I think one of the paradoxes of great writing is that it can't afford to come right out and say what it means. F. Scott Fitzgerald, for example, did not simply write "Rich people are really selfish and careless, and also beware of hanging onto the past." Instead he wrote the 50,000-odd words of The Great Gatsby in order to get something like that message across much more effectively.
There's a wonderful essay by Michael Byers that you might enjoy, on the ratio of "potatoes" to "vodka" in fiction. Of course he's not really talking about potatoes and vodka, but about concrete description versus direct metaphysical statements. (Apologies that it's an unfortunate metaphor given where you're coming from.) It seems to me that your piece doesn't have much at all in the way of potatoes: dialogue and action and concrete description, etc. It's almost all vodka: a directly stated message and metaphysical summary. I think that lack of balance is always a problem.
You're probably richly equipped with experiences and thoughts that would serve you well in writing a novel or story about addiction. As I said, it's a paradox, but I think your message would be much more effective if it was wrapped up in a dramatic tale about a person who perhaps came to the same sort of realizations as you have after going through a harrowing journey. But that's the thing: you have to take the reader on that journey. Just stating the end result of the journey is surprisingly ineffective, however formative it was for you personally.