However, you cannot choose not to be a drug addict or prone to taking drugs. As a previous and strong coping mechanism, you cannot wish it away as much as you could choose another start. And this is what is meant by no free-will.
Oh I chose to be a drug addict. There is no doubt about that. I wasn't born addicted to drugs. I didn't even like pot the first time I tried it. I had to develop a taste for it, and I did amongst other things.
But you are right in that you cannot just wish away drug addiction. But the
only way to get clean and to stay clean, requires making that choice. It is harder for some than others, maybe even an impossible choice for some to make it's that hard, but nobody else can break you free from addiction (not legally anyway).
You may have been lucky or had the fortitude to change, but other people might not have. Other people might be stuck in their position until they die.
You speak truth that I cannot deny.
And you thinking they could have done otherwise puts a disservice to them, because you are then assuming they could have chosen otherwise, where it may be they can't.
No, I recognize some people will/have/do die daily. And I don't look down on them or judge them.
My cousins brother in law who was just 23 years old died of a heroin overdose a few weeks ago after moving to another state to escape his drug friends here. In an attempt to get clean and stay clean. He did good for awhile. He was even on the news and shared his story because he shot heroin with a celebrity shortly before she died from overdose not so long ago.
Did you want to change because you've had enough? Why did you refuse giving into it anymore?
I changed when I woke up from a extra crazy party one morning. I found my brother in the full bathtub blue as the tile on the wall. He had gotten overheated (from some X) during the party and ran a cold bath, then passed out.
It was winter time and we chose to spend our money on dope and liquor instead of paying the gas bill, so no heat. Mind you we was living in a 1960's model single wide trailer that was trashed. We had to get him out and start trying to warm him up (luckily he was still breathing but just barely) I called an ambulance and he survived.
I was like "Ok that was effed up. I can't do this anymore." And so began the long hard journey of rehab, relapse, rehab, therapy, and anger management, then another small relapse, then back to clean but alchohol still allowed, and now no drugs or alchohol, and it sucks cause I could really use some Jameson right now.