Anybody ever have friends try to help you and you just get depressed because they do not understand alcohol recovery and mental health disorders at all? (Details below)
Like for example:
Considering I have anxiety and depression, and addictive tendencies, I don’t consider it wise for me to ever set foot into a strip club. Especially considering I’ve been single for 9-10 years, and not the fun kind. And he just doesn’t understand how I could even say that I dont want “biddies” in my face, because of what he has seen me overcome.
I know myself. I’m very easily susceptible to addiction when it comes to instant gratification. Instant gratification is poison, especially to recovery.
I’m not saying I dont get it in other ways, we do not remove these habits we tend to replace them, so I eat a lot of junk food when I’m anxious and depressed and such.
I stay away from certain things because they can go one of two ways: Either it will be a pleasant experience and I’ll be fine.. or I’m going to like it a little too much, like I did with alcohol.. and now McDonald’s.. diet soda.. and sometimes peanut m&ms. 
I mean honestly I see the bigger picture. He doesn’t understand because he’s never had an addiction. And in a way, it’s beautiful that he doesn’t understand, because what you have to go through to understand is something I wouldn’t wish on anyone, certainly not the homie.
It’s just hard because in his eyes he’s trying to help me. It’s just that the rules are slightly different for those in recovery. It has its positives and its drawbacks. It’s a wobbler. Because in this conversation we had today (which was very tough to get through) he revealed to me that he can’t understand because he sees me as so strong and capable because he knows what I’ve been through. He said looking at everything I’ve seen you overcome, I just don’t understand how you can’t handle certain things. Like tig ole bitties in your face for a small fee. And gambling.
On top of these things I’m already terrible with money, other habits that would exclusively put a strain on my finances are definitely the last thing I need. It’s also not wise to try to entertain and do the nasty to random women while my mental health is less than stable.
Oy. Long day man. One day at a time. That is how we persevere.
