Charles could never get filled up

I wondered about this when he was younger. We would do something fun and when it ended, he’d prance around like a monkey trying to keep us all in the room doing that fun thing.

I remember one night I bought some hokey colored disco ball from Target that rotated like a globe of colored lights when you plugged it in. I cut off all the lights in the room, cut on the music and our whole family danced in the den. Charles loved it. My husband Randy? Not so much but he was a good sport and participated because Charles was a Daddy’s boy.

But there comes a time when you have to do something else and I cut off the colored light globe after about fifty minutes and he made me feel horribly guilty.

There were times I would measure whether I wanted to do something crazy knowing that he’d love it so much he’d crash at the end and relentlessly badger me for stopping.

He craved friends constantly, obsessively. Once one would leave, he would beg another to replace that friend or go out knocking on doors to find another. Then he’d beg them to spend the night, stay up all night and not let them sleep. I’m not sure what time of morning he’d actually fall asleep or for how long.

He was a sensation seeker who could never get enough. Not enough candy, not enough drugs, not enough friends. He even wrote obsessively filling up notebook after notebook with rap lyrics. He didn’t sleep and seemed to always be on. Only once a month or so, he’d have a sleep marathon like you could save up your lack of sleep and cash it in all at once. Even on those nights he wouldn’t fall asleep until late at night.

Most creative geniuses have this trait. Most suffer from addiction, too and have obsessive traits. They are the people who light up the room with their presence. And hate being alone because that’s when the darkness moves in.

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AnneMoss Rogers

AnneMoss Rogers is a mental health and suicide education expert, mental health speaker, suicide prevention trainer and consultant. She is author of the Book, Diary of a Broken Mind and co-author of Emotionally Naked: A Teacher's Guide to Preventing Suicide and Recognizing Students at Risk with Kim O'Brien PhD, LICSW. She raised two boys, Richard and Charles, and lost her younger son, Charles to addiction and suicide on June 5, 2015. She is a motivational speaker who empowers by educating and provides life saving strategies and emotionally healthy coping skills. As talented and funny as Charles was, letting other people know they matter was his greatest gift. And now that's the legacy she carries forward in her son's memory. Mental Health Speakers Website.

10 thoughts on “Charles could never get filled up”

  1. Yep. That’s my kid. She’s learned to replenish through major therapy, meds, and lots of praying. I believe that saved her life. Thank you Anne. Keep doing what you’re doing. Charles was truly lucky to have you as his Mom

  2. Agreed Robin, may all his wishes for love and happiness be met.
    My Jill always needed others. Not good at playing alone. Never wanted to be alone. It seemed almost painful.
    Sleepovers as often as possible. Staying up late. Always the last to leave any event. Once the event ended, “what can we do now?”
    May they both have all the comfort and love their hearts can handle!

  3. May your sweet boy be where the disco ball is going 24/7, with nonstop music, candy and friends! He deserves all good things. You do too, Anne Moss❣️

    1. When I watch shows about John Belushi or chris Farley, it reminds me of charles. Those personality traits just can’t be sustained. I think that was always in the back of my mind

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