Name and shame the monster that the addict ignitites
Loving an addict will change your whole life.
It will eat away at your values, your boundaries, your sense of reality.
Not once.
Not twice.
Every single day.
Slowly.
Your sanity becomes the cost of safety.
You search for it in the person you thought you loved.
You spend your money, your body, your softness, your sleep, all trying to make something feel safe again.
And then you learn the addict is not alone.
There are monsters inside them.
Shame.
Secrecy.
Entitlement.
Fear.
Avoidance.
Lies.
When light hits one, another learns how to hide.
And if you are the one holding the light, eventually they will fear you too.
So they hand you pieces of what they refused to carry.
Little drops of shame.
Little distortions.
Little infections of doubt.
And slowly, you begin carrying monsters that were never yours.
They make you feel crazy.
They make you quieter.
They grow in the dark places you were forced into.
That is the danger.
To love an addict is not just to love someone sick.
It is to risk becoming a vessel for the sickness they would not face!
So the only way through is light.
Name it.
Refuse to feed it.
Refuse to carry what was never yours.
Because shame kept the monsters alive for too long.
And truth is the only thing they cannot survive.