Motivational Speech on Drug Addiction

Here is a motivational speech on drug addiction that will move you:

Dear all,

16 years ago, if someone had told me that I would be giving a speech on overcoming drug addiction, I would have laughed.

Let me get one thing straight- It was not easy.

The journey wasn’t smooth; it was like climbing a hill with no horizon view. You climb, sometimes your foot slips, and you tumble and fall.

You start again, clouds looming above your head, and you sweat and ask yourself, “Will I ever make it to the top?”

My journey to overcoming my drug addiction started when my father fell sick. He was a drug addict too. My mother worked hard and ran errands to make ends meet. She took three odd jobs to bring food to the table and did everything to give me the best, and I? I was not a great son to her.

Dad passed away because he OD’d. I remember my mother cried every single day. When she buttoned up her cardigan, her fingers trembled, her eyes sunken deep in the sockets, and I could do nothing to take that grief away from her. She was aware of my habits too… I will never forget what she said, “Do not make me go through this again. I lost the man I loved, and now, I cannot afford to lose a man I love the most.”

Those words stung hard, and I swore I would not bring the same fate; I’ll do this for my mama.

I’ll split my story into stages:

The Stages of Overcoming My Drug Addiction

Stage one: when I cut ties with my close “friends” because I knew being with them would put me back to where I was trying to get out of. I dumped all the packets, even cigarettes, in a dumpster. I acted on my impulse because I loved my mama so much. This impulsive move was terrible because what came after was stage two.

Stage two: The withdrawal. My head would spin, and it was painful for both my mother and me. No one tells you that addiction not only puts you in pain but also puts others close to you. It was difficult because I needed the drugs to get me out of this pain.

Stage three: A stage that I like to call are we there yet? The time when you are progressing, but something happens that crumbles all the progress that you’ve made. 4 years into the path of recovery and my mother passed away. My whole world came crashing down, and I did something that I shouldn’t have- I relapsed.

Stage four: Are we there again? I started feeling like a loser and started doing drugs again. I became stick thin, completely unrecognizable. Earlier, I did it to get high; this time, I did it to get over mama’s death. Until my mom’s sister, my cool aunt Jane came to the rescue. My mother was soft as a lily, like her name, but aunt Jane was a woman made of steel. She slapped the soul out of me and screamed, “Your mama ain’t coming out of the grave if you keep doing that, but you will surely go where she is right now if you continue.” I was sloppiest and high and could not comprehend her words. She continued, “We are fixing this. We go back to stage one.”

Stage one, again: She chose a path that she said is safer and works best- rehab. She dropped me at a center miles away from our hometown. Before getting off the car, she said, “We do this for mama, but above all, we do this for you, for a better life. Now get out.” Jane became my mama 2.0. They have the same features but different personalities.

Stage two: Redeeming ourselves. The work was not easy, but it was worth it. I lived a routine there- I woke up on time, did pottery, learned gardening, took my medicines, made friends, and learned about other addicts and their stories.

The withdrawals were horrible, but I had people who looked after me. In that pain, I promised myself that whatever happened, I would never even think about doing drugs again.

Stage three: After spending almost a year at the center, I met my mama 2.0 and hugged her. She whispered, “I am so proud of you. I know Lily is proud of you too.” Tears welled in my eyes, and I broke down in her arms.” Jane said, “There, there. The journey does not stop here. Until you walk on this Earth, I want you to fight this urge and remember that you do this for yourself.”

So, everyone, you must wonder, “Is there a stage four?” My answer is yes, there is. Stage four is me standing on this stage in front of you to tell you that the climb is tough. Did I see the top? I did. It was beautiful; the sun kissed my cheeks, and the looming clouds were clear. It is nice up here, and I’d never trade this for anything in the world.

Remember these things while combating addiction: