Lite tales of addiction.

like all good things gone bad. Addiction is a fruit of such a tree. It clamps on to the user especially in times they tend to be indebted to improving themselves.

Addiction is a chronic disease or condition characterized condition in which a person engages in the use of a substance or in a behavior for which the rewarding effects provide a compelling incentive to repeatedly pursue the behavior despite detrimental consequences. Addiction may involve the use of substances such as alcohol, inhalants, opioids, cocaine, nicotine, and others, or behaviors such as gambling, masturbation, pornographic content which are difficult to control, despite harmful consequences.

As addiction affects the brain’s executive functions, individuals who develop an addiction may not be aware that their behavior is causing problems for themselves and others. Over time, pursuit of the pleasurable effects of the substance or behavior may dominate an individual’s activities.

Using is not a liability to none. But its resulting to addiction, is a fatality blow that drowns not only those victimized to it, but those around them.

Addiction is a chronic like all others. When medication is offered and received in form of rehabilitation, medical aid, counseling. This is also boosted with emotional support, care and love from friends,family and loved ones. This is to provide room for communication, growth,and new establishment which some may refer to as Redemption.


To drug addicts, long-term use also causes changes in other brain chemical systems and circuits as well, affecting functions that include:

  • learning
  • judgment
  • decision-making
  • stress
  • memory
  • behavior

Despite being aware of these harmful outcomes, many people who use drugs continue to take them, which is the nature of addiction

Addiction is a far dangerous than most people in societies tend to view it. They don’t understand why or how other people become addicted to drugs and certain behaviors. They may mistakenly think that those who use drugs lack moral principles or willpower and that they could stop their drug use simply by choosing to. In reality, drug addiction is a complex condition and quitting usually takes more than good intentions or a strong will.

This blog will be dedicated to those of us fighting our addictions. Next on lite tales of addiction,we will discuss the how it comes about and the signs and symptoms to know.



oui, born of insecurity.
not known about.
unclear and unstable.
Obscure indeed.


A few words by the insecure
With a deep sorrow to accept
First your love, now you’re lost
That’s how I became so obscure

This unbearable grieving I need to endure
Every single tear I wept
Broke out my soul to exhaust
My fate, eternal love to assure

Still, you are in my heart, that’s for sure
With your magical sight and your endless delights
The mist of your touch and my yearnings to have you near
But with your depart I became impure

A few words by the insecure
Words some times came out of fear
Your presence ignite my insights
That’s how I became so obscure.

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the drifting birds

… on a high enough bridge with a tight enough noose. Beneath lay a relationship constrained by communication …
He was a problem she always solved. But like all problems, you get tired of some constants and itinerantly she went away. They kept telling each other that they were alive, they had hope and time to guide them. Life awaited upon them. But he had grown into an ignorant young man and this wasn’t taken likely with her.

As it’s said “ignorance manufactures denial”.

He had gotten too comfortable with her and started taking things likely as whatever happened didn’t matter to him as it used to. He stopped being the phenomenal guy she loved. It was then she realized that their relationship foundation wasn’t built on love, but on the decency of merciful lies. At this point she asked for space to reflect on the past hoping not to make a mistake.

Once upon a time on a dark cold Wednesday evening at about 20 o’clock …He was broken by family, friend and his lover. His friends were family he had made for himself yet they stabbed him in the back without thinking. He lost himself in thoughts of how fast things happen. It had just been yesterday that they were lovers, she was a world to him. It was then that he stated missing her smile, her loudly piercing laughter and yet the gaze from her enormously beautiful huge brown eyes was gone too. He had a fetish for something’s about her and her love was unfound yet. He was in the winds drifting away without direction … downing in at the bottom of the ocean alone … he was heartbroken now.
He lay down and thought of how he could take back certain things and actions that birthed this. He was weak at heart and weeping at soul yet he exhibited strength.

Life was now meaningless as she was the only one for him and now gone to who knows where. He wanted a shoulder to cry onto, a stranger to tell of his misfortune, he was always surrounded but always felt alone. Life wasn’t what he thought it would be like but it turned out to be what it should have been. Being broken was inevitable but broken and alone without her on his side was new and astonishing. Its then that he knew how much he felt for her as much as she don’t know about it … like they say, good memories flash before you when you about to die.

He hoped for her to change her mind. He opted for another chance but he knew better than himself that she deserved better than what he was asking for.
He had to check himself. He had to find himself without her in his life. For the first time in a long while, he was uncertain of what lay ahead of him, unsure of lamentations that come about tomorrow and certainly not looking back at yesterday as its said “Never do yesterday what should be done tomorrow , if at all you do succeed, NEVER try again.”

Hope was what was left to hold onto given that he felt betrayed by love, trust, empathy and left with sores and wounds on what used to be a heart in the end. He was strong though in immeasurable pain form inside. Time was to heal the sores and wounds that scourged him of his joy and emotional happiness as they say “it’s through the healing that we find the feeling.”

It isn’t easy to move on and just leave distraction. It isn’t easy cleaning up a mess of many solely with many unforeseen atrocities where the heart once was.

Forever is now a word you told me and now it feels like it don’t exist.  Its now I know, Forever is composed of  nows. Morbid fascinations I had about you and my infatuation towards you were all shattered like glass. You were everything my life needed and hoped for, yet now in a blink you gone. I’ve now become a stranger to my own self.

A heartbroken was a heart that was loved.



I wish you was around even when I couldn’t need you. Only if you had given me the time to tell my side of the story… the rumors were wrong… the lies were fitting and yet I still feel right about what I had for you. You lit up a heart that suffered enormously at the hands of those without mercy… you set my heart free from that that had enslaved me from feeling… you was everything I needed.

Perfect is imperfect compared to you.