The Harry Potter series serves as an extended metaphor for recovery. Harry Potter travels the Hero’s Journey, a journey I believe each of us who struggles and sufferers (meaning all of us) has the opportunity to go through; We just don’t all complete the journey (some die valiantly, some for no need, and some simply avoid it, not truly living). Harry Potter had the prophesy that unless he defeated Voldemort he could not truly survive. He struggled to trust himself, his own strength, and those who loved him (Dumbledore, Hermione, and Ron), but in the end he gained clarity and grew into his own strength.
Like I have a sponsor, Harry had Dumbledore. These private sessions of exploration about the self, the past, and a higher power (love) give Harry the information necessary to succeed. It is difficult for Harry to keep faith in Dumbledore his teacher and love after Dumbeledore passes. He has to go alone into the forest with his deamons, the death eaters. While I sometimes lose faith I must carry on in the same direction regardless, because it isn’t the kind of thing you can stop trying at and survive. Similarly to Harry, in the end its about me and I am alone.
Harry was a seeker, not only on the Quidditch field but also in life. He sought truth, love, and serenity. He had genuine insights and dug for the truth. We all have to battle our Voldemorts: addiction and the underlying disease of the mind, body and soul or whatever yours is.
We share a common higher power. God is Love and saved me, just like Love saves Harry. In the end those who have passed surround Harry during his hardest times, and I believe the same happens to each of us.
Harry Potter’s friends serve as a support network like my friends do. In his Dumbledore’s Army meetings he found a sense of strength and leadership. Ultimately they were there to fight for him and the wizarding world when they needed it, even though handing Harry Potter over would have stopped the fighting. This was a form of love. What his family could not provide he received from the outside world. He had to leave his studies to focus on his battle with Voldemort, not unlike me.
His history is also similar to mine. Given his early childhood trauma of Voldemort trying to kill him, a piece of Voldemort’s soul was imparted on him. Similarly, I was traumatized at a young age and sometimes feel like I was changed by that. It isn’t just the PTSD, but something more like part of that person will always be with me. It was Harry’s and is my fight to free ourselves from bondage.
Ultimately there is another side. Although I haven’t found my Ginny and don’t have a happy nuclear family, I have faith that I will overcome and maybe I have. It won’t be like Harry’s ending, but it is the peace that he found within himself. I will never stop being an alcoholic addict, but the obsession will be lifted.