Dependent

Yesterday I realized I am completely dependent on drugs. Prescription ones, and not in the usual sense.

I take a medication to keep me awake. It’s a stimulant that affects my central nervous system, or something like that, to keep me from falling asleep. It is generally only for people with narcolepsy or severe sleep disorders. Last week, as normal, I refilled my prescriptions online so I could pick them up and fill my pill box. This particular one didn’t get filled because it needed to be approved by my doctor.

I had Saturday off, as in, I was in my jammies all day, and most of Sunday too, so I wasn’t that tired. But on Monday at work, I was really tired. I honestly thought I might fall asleep in the orchard, right around two in the afternoon.

That’s when it hit me.

I am dependent. I require drugs to live my life. Not to live on a rollercoaster of highs and lows and narcotics to numb the pain. My body doesn’t go through withdrawals (although some say this drug can be addictive) and I don’t feel this overwhelming urge to take them. No, I take drugs so I can live. So I can stay awake all day, or at least for more than seven consecutive hours. So I can have a “regular” job, or as regular as I ever will.

So here I am, dependent on chemicals for better living. But also dependent on Christ for everything else- especially on the days I don’t want to have to be on drugs.