“A long-term substance abuser, a few months before his death, penned this poem: Went downtown, Hastings and Main, looking for relief from the pain. All I did was find a ticket on a one-way train. ... Give me peace before I die. The track is laid out so well; we all live our private hell; just more tickets on the hell-bound train.” WayGivingWellsLongPainDiesTermHellMonthsGive MeTrainBoundsTrackOne WaySubstanceLong TermReliefTicketsDrunkennessDowntownAbusersBefore I DieSubstance Abuse Author:Gabor Mate
“It is impossible to understand addiction without asking what relief the addict finds, or hopes to find, in the drug or the addictive behaviour.” ImpossibleDrugAskingAddictionReliefBehaviourAddict Book:In the Realm of Hungry Ghosts: Close Encounters with Addiction Source: In the Realm of Hungry Ghosts: Close Encounters with Addiction