hey the realities of addiction are harsh. The only promises addictive use is jails, institutions and death..... I'm terribly sad that a mother lost her son, that a uncle lost his nephew, and a child lost its father. This person was a loving guy who was trapped in addiction. He tried to get some help and was doing well for a bit but decided to go back to the life of active use. Well he ended up ODing on the weekend. He could of been save but the person he was using with left him for death when she couldn't wake him up. A family is stricking by grief. He was only 24years old. This hurts my heart and reminds me that one more time maybe my last. This pain will ease with a help of a higher power and his story may help others reconsider using one last time. I know it solidified my desire to stay in recovery. So say a prayer for all those families who will lose a member to this disease, and a prayer for more to find the rooms of recovery. Together we can save lives, I know this fellowship saved mine
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people who mind don't matter, and people who matter don't mind- Dr. Seuss
Yep, today I saw an on-and-off young boy fall down having an epileptic attack after the meeting got over... he is been getting these bout of attacks for sometime now... worries me a lot to see him slowly destroy himself... also, today when I witnessed him falling down, a scary thought entered my mind that he might not make it at all... that he might very easily OD his next time using... May he find light.
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"If we do an honest examination of exactly what we are giving, we are better able to evaluate the results we are getting."Chapter 10 - Emotional Pain - NA Way of Life.
thanks Drugfree, for the reminder of how this disease kills. many of us malinger when first entering the program, in our denial, as if recovery is optional. This disease is not partial, doesn't discriminate, isn't logical, and least of all unpredictable. In my experience it usually takes the more visible individuals in a more dramatic fashion. Like my friend Ronnie, that OD'd and died, in the summer of '89, just before I got serious about recovery for the last time. Ronnie was loved by many. He was a brother to me and 100 others. He was the kind of guy who had 50 people show up at his house on every friday eve (not a dealer) to hang out. He was that popular. He'd give you his last dollar, last beer, last drug. I had terrible survivors guilt about his death as I thought that he was a better man than me. But I realized that God works in mysterious ways, and that out of our group, Ronnie's death had the greatest impact on us all. I immediately got clean for the last time, after trying for years. I did it for Ronnie. I still love you Bro
