To the ones who..

To the ones who wear long sleeves in the summer.
To the ones who spend way too much time in the bathroom.
To the ones who have paraphernalia on them at all times.
To the ones who feel like there’s no coming back from this.
To the ones who are constantly thinking about how they’re going to get their next fix.
To the ones who have no idea how they’re going to get diapers and formula because they spent their last $20 on a pill.
To the ones who are living out of their car.
To the ones whose family won’t talk to them.
To the ones who are in denial.
To the ones who are too afraid to ask for help.
To the ones who are getting high on their lunch break.
To the ones whose family is plotting how to take your kids away from you.
To the ones who don’t realize it’s as bad as it is.
To the ones who are going through withdrawals.
To the ones who are contemplating taking their lives.
To the ones who are about to meet their dealer.
To the ones who are scheming to rob someone.
To the ones who are using people just to get high.
To the ones who can’t afford to buy Birthday and Christmas presents, because their addiction takes priority.
To the ones who are selling just to support their own habit.
To the ones who have a CPS case against them.
To the ones who don’t know what to do.
To the ones who don’t know where to turn.
To the ones who don’t know how to get better.
To the ones who cry themselves to sleep every night, while holding their babies.
To the ones who are awaiting their court date.
To the ones who don’t leave the house for days at a time.
To the ones who can’t pay their bills, and are facing eviction.
To the ones who are left alone because their partner got sent to jail.
To the ones who have 5 burner phones in their nightstand drawer.
To the ones who almost OD because their dealer lied about what they were selling.
To the ones who Doctor Shop and pray they don’t get caught.
To the ones who move every 6 months.
To the ones who wander through town like a zombie.
To the ones who have no idea how it got this bad.
To the ones who have lost years of their lives.
To the ones who have sold everything they own.
To the ones who have “lived” in a hotel.
To the ones who nod off in the car while their baby is in the backseat.
To the ones who have lost more than a few friends to overdose.
To the ones who have lost their sense of self-worth.
To the ones who don’t recognize themselves in the mirror.
To the ones who have lost hope.
To the ones who want so badly to live a normal life.
To the ones who are silently crying out for help.
To the ones who have hit rock bottom.
To the ones who have lost everything.
.
.
I speak up for you.
Because I am you. You are me.
It’s not too late.
There is help.
You can recover.
You can be clean.
You can be happy.
You can be successful.
You can be free.
You can be healthy.
You can love yourself.
Others can love you.
You matter.
Your life matters.
You are not alone.
You are loved.
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#NationalRecoveryMonth

#NineYearsClean

Do you or someone you know suffer from addiction? If so, and you want to get help, call the SAMHSA National Helpline at (800)662-4357.

3 Comments

  1. Perfect homage to the pain of existing in the world, most choose to ignore. I often think this when I see a homeless person. I wonder what is his/her story… We are all just one wrong turn away from disaster if we choose it. I have been down the drug abuse path myself. Congrats on your nine years clean, you wonderful human. 🙂

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