Hi Marti, WOW I'm first. I'm so sorry to hear about your friend's sister. If those who commit suicide only knew how much it would hurt the ones they leave behind, I wonder if that would it would stop them.
Yes, I've also heard many time that we can easily exchange one addiction for another. While food was always my addiction of choice, never drugs or alcohol, I know I have an addictive personality. My addiction for food was replaced with one - strange that it is - of buying bath towels. I have no more room in my linen closet, because after buying several bath towels, I started to buy hand towels. Now it's dish towels and dish cloths. Well, at least they are not edible and don't really go bad! Our older son recently moved out and I sent him on his way with four sets of bath linens. Our younger son is hoping to move by summer, and he too will get four sets, along with dish towels.
I definitely over did it today or I should say yesterday (Mon.) and am paying for it now. The pain pill isn't budging the throbbing. Too much chopping seasoning for all I cooked, and trimming the bottoms off over a gallon of fresh Brussel sprouts did me in. I'm about ready to head downstairs for another 1/2 of a Lortab. Add to that I didn't drag my lazy butt out of bed until 8:30 this morning, so I'm not even tired. I need to get some sleep - busy day tomorrow - driving George to work, coming back across the river for doc appt to get stitches out, trip to the garden center for eggplant plants (that sounds redundant), a stop at the pharmacy for George's scripts, a stop at the grocery for a few things, a few hours for myself, then back across the river to pick George up from work and head to the Hornet's last home game.
Take care,
Debbie