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Holiday = sleep

Two weeks away from books and assignments with a lot of time to waste and figure out how to spend the day.I find myself catching up on TV series and my writing.It’s inevitable that my mind will eventually start to internalize all these drama/action/comedy series that am watching .Most recently was an episode of Deception, some police agent goes undercover looking for her best-friend's killer.A lot of drama there (too bad it got cancelled). As the plot unveils one thing is stuck in my mind…..drug addiction.There’s always an addict in most of the series I watch, some times the scenes only highlight the addict without the drugs and other times they really show gory details of the addict’s life,his withdrawals,the drug’s effect …if I get into too much detail then I might as well write my own script for a TV series based on addiction.

Thinking about addiction made me wonder why people are addicted to something only for it to make life worse for them. But before I could continue judging, my own guilty conscious had already probed me for my own addictions.

Everyone has their addiction, it might not be drugs but there’s always something that you want too much of and you can’t imagine living without..like a drug it makes you dependent and slowly sucks the life out of you,metaphorically speaking. The addictions I can confess about might seem a bit mild, but addiction is addiction whether it’s to a

narcotic or an irresistible packet of biscuits or 10 hours in-front of a t.v screen.

My addictions tend to be more inclined to my sweet tooth and I already know the effects of these irresistible sugary treats…yet with all the health scares, I always seem to go back to my biscuits and cakes.I can’t compare my struggles to that of a heroine addict,but like I said, addiction is addiction regardless of the object of addiction.

So with my own addictions in mind, I know that there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel but it will take a lot of digging and crawling to get to the end. Nothing comes easy, and all it takes is a strong WILL to free you from the shackles of addiction.I may sound like a preacher, but I know it’s true.Maybe in a few months I might be writing about my long-gone and forgotten sugar addiction.

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