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Man oh man Brad... thanks for making me cry on this beautiful Sunday morning after the storms have passed.
I will never really understand destructive substance abuse any more than I can understand suicide. I do understand chemical dependence. I also understand addictive personality traits. I certainly understand trauma and how the physiological pain can cause people to seek medication to ease that pain. But harm on harm should be reasoned away.
Addiction to things that make us feel better short-term but are harmful long-term seems to be the ubiquitous standard now, and not the exception. Are there macro-biological functions at play?
Hits close to home. Painful story and I think many can relate. I read it thru the eyes of watching someone else self destruct, cause that’s what I’ve had to do. It’s horrible.
I made a little leap of understanding the setting when you spelled out inside the perimeter, as “ITP” is where I live. And I have family in east Cobb who suffer the traffic roaring through to Woodstock, where the metro area takes a sharp turn to the right.
Back in the early 2000s, we helped with Habitat for Humanity build south of Atlanta. Our innocent church folk were transported by bus, as we had to pass through crack house neighborhoods en route. It sure surprised me that they were brick ranch houses, accustomed as I was by television to a New York Cityscape.
I’ve read a couple books about the opioid epidemic mutating into heroin use. Your story helped me see it through a user’s eyes.
Well done. There are other things that act very much like addictions and are as difficult to treat. Recovering addicts are often the best counselors. Both self-cutting and eating disorders fall into the category of. addiction-like illnesses.
I haven't read anything that felt so real and true in a very long time. You made me care about both of them. I really hope she gets clean.
Such a bitter sweet story.
Every single one of us, past, present, future, has, does, will suffer the pain of life. We each has, does, will choose how we deal with that pain.
Thank you for a heartfelt story.
That's a sweet love story, but it must be a dream because no vending machines sell chewing tobacco.