I’ve noticed recently that a lot of my posts have been about things outside of myself, or things I can’t really control. But this blog has always been about documenting my journey through recovery from drug and sex addiction—whatever I encounter along the way. That realisation has got me thinking.
A big part of this space has been dedicated to my mental health, and for good reason. To me, that’s the number one theme to address if I want to repair the damage caused by drugs. But I’ve also realised that physical health is just as important—maybe even more so. Without a stable body, how can I expect my mind to thrive?
Looking back, I can see that the sexual behaviours I developed while using drugs weren’t just habits—they were distractions, almost a full-time hobby. At the time, I had little else: just a job, a flat, a family I reached out to only occasionally, and a distorted way of “managing” life’s struggles by numbing them.
Now, at 10 months clean, I feel like I’m emerging from a kind of hibernation. For a long time, I wrapped myself in cotton wool to protect myself—and I needed that. The therapy, medication, strict routines, and slowly rebuilding a social life have all helped me grow.
Today I’m down to 25mg of quetiapine, and I’m hopeful I’ll be able to stop it completely within the next week or so. My physical health is improving too—I’ve joined a class I attend 3–4 times a week, and I’m working on building back the muscle that atrophied while I was using drugs.
