By Shannon G.
I saw a friend “like” one the blog posts here on addiction and I ended
Your “How To Hang Yourself” post had my heart racing.
I decided I was going to chime in.
I’ve been a mental illness/suicide advocate for a few years now, but I’ve never written anything like this. I just went with it.
Strength is hard to find within yourself when you’ve been depleted of it for so long. And the sad thing is, you’re the only one who can refill your strength. When you’re so deflated, how are you ever supposed … Read more...
Some people believe that using drugs is a choice. That it’s the person with addiction who is at fault because they dared to try drugs in the first place.
Most of us have abused a drug at some point in our lives–whether that’s a cigarette, alcohol, marijuana or a prescription medication.
Most of us are able to stop.
But for those who are predisposed, the brain engages instantly. All of a sudden that drug fills in a blank their life has been missing.
I have kept this quote from Brian Cuban, who wrote the following in an article called How … Read more...
The world would not be a better place. Those who love you would not be relieved of a burden. They’d feel cheated out of not having you in their lives. Because you are, or have the potential to be, the center of someone’s universe.
Your family would be in agony. Hardly able to function. Friends and family would be left wondering what they did wrong or what they missed.
Horror, anger, guilt, sadness, isolation and raw, agonizing pain would be the result for those left behind. They would not “get over it.” Ever. Their grief would change over time. Some … Read more...
Who got their shirts? I’m pretty happy with my Carolina blue sweatshirt and my black and white t-shirt. I am going to be the brand. How many times can I answer the question, “What is emotionally naked?” As you can tell I’m pretty excited. Crazy kid excited. Richard, my oldest son chose the quote on the back of the shirt. And now that he actually has an address in Los Angeles, I can send him one.
Other members of the tribe got their shirts, too. Thanks you guys.
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I wanted someone to ask me. I wanted someone, anyone, to stop me.
You didn’t ask. Probably because you didn’t know to ask. I wanted you to come get me. Save me from myself.
I know I didn’t say it. I know you didn’t know where I was.
Why didn’t I ask you? Why didn’t I tell you?
I was alone for days. I hated how I was living.
I didn’t tell you any of that.
I didn’t want those feelings of suicide. I didn’t want to leave you and Dad. I loved my family. I loved my dog. I … Read more...
Heroin told my son he was invincible and wouldn’t get addicted.
Heroin told Charles it was the answer to his pain, when in fact it made things worse.
Heroin told my son his problems were everyone else’s fault.
Heroin told him just one more hit and then he could stop, but it never let go.
Heroin told him he would feel first-hit euphoria all over again, even though he never did.
Heroin told him to lie, cheat and steal then convinced his brain that was OK when it wasn’t.
Heroin told him his loved ones abandoned him, when in fact … Read more...
Another of Charles’ raps penned under Reezin’ the Revolutionary. This one nails addiction. It’s not pleasant but neither is the illness. I think once you read it, you start to have an understanding of the self loathing an addict suffers from.
Warning, it has some language. I pondered whether to put it out there. But I know Charles wanted his music shared. He was hardly a dealer but I am sure he sold to support his habit at times. Depression is an awful illness. But addiction really is the devil. During his last days, he suffered a depressive episode … Read more...