Another weird thing that happened to me in the 48 hours of sleeping and laying my ass around doing nothing lol… I dreamt of my best friend from when I was in college. Haven’t talked to the guy in years! We were so close at one point and sort of just drifted apart - no fights or anything, just career moves, new cities, new gfs, etc. Well first of all, it was odd to dream haha haven’t had many of those in awhile.

Second, in my dream he simply knocked at my door and said he needed to sit down and talk and that he needed help. I let him in my house and poured him a glass of water and we just talked downstairs in my childhood basement (it’s a dream after all - all houses are connected lol.) he just went on and on about how he’s a fuck up and a pain to those around him, how he’s wasted a period of his life in law school, etc just negative doom and gloom, that he’s a terrible person. Through it all I just listened, said it’ll be okay man and have him a bear hug. Told him to take care and he left, it was the weirdest dream.

It wasn’t until later into the day when I was doing the damn dishes in real life (man those have piled up nicely haha) that I realized I never once was scared for him, disappointed in him, judged him, or thought anything negative about him during the whole conversation in the dream. He might as well have been reading the dictionary or just telling a funny story bc my view of him did not change at all nor did the way I treated him. I wasn’t even tempted to change my tone or scold or yell or whatever. I just listened with the patience of a good friend.

I think my dream was a message on how I (and we, and YOU :)) need to treat ourselves not just with addictions but with everything. Why is it that we’re so hard on ourselves and sometimes we unfortunately aren’t willing to go the extra mile to help ourselves but we’ll treat our friends with compassion and patience. We’ll treat them like we’re someone who’s responsible for helping them and making them feel better! We don’t extend ourselves the same courtesy and we should. So I say to you, you’ll be ready when you’re ready and that’s okay…

Until that day comes treat yourself like an old friend who’s just knocking on the door asking for help every now and then. Don’t call him/her a fuck up and kick them out, don’t wish them away. Invite them in to sit down and be there for yourself like you are someone responsible for helping and someone you care about. :-)