Name: victoria cooper
Addiction, the silent plea
Addiction has been taking individuals hostage for years, but like all things lately it’s on the rise. Why, is the biggest question we ask when someone falls victim to the bottle, or the drug that at first was used to help them stay awake in class but quickly became an absolute need to get through the whole day.
Addiction doesn’t discriminate, it never has. I watched it first hand destroy my mother, take her life, and break up my entire family. I watched it take my sisters away from their children, while my brother made his home within prison walls. But I also watched it take away every part of who I was at 18, and when it almost cost my life is when I said “Enough”.
People perceive addiction in so many ways, most of these ways include hostile words and blame to the addict, but do you know how they got there? Do you know who they were before the needle claimed them? The answer is no. Not unless they were your family.
I think a better understanding about addiction could make a huge difference in the world, along with serious compassion to the addict, and the willingness to be hard when the time is right. Society likes to play the blame game on just about anything, but we all know that doesn’t get us anywhere. I named this essay what I did for a reason because addiction is a silent plea for help from those who cannot ask for it because their need for the substance is far greater than the need they may have for help.
The reality is, they don’t think about the consequences like someone else in their right mind does. They don’t see the ones they hurt, and don’t seem to care that the next fix may take their life. They feel a severe need for it. To them it means more than anything. I know this personally. We didn’t want to be this way, and we didn’t see ourselves like this before it happened.
Don’t get me wrong I am not making excuses, not at all, but what I am saying is they should be treated with grace, and to be offered help as many times as they may need it. In doing so, we can come together better to help this community that struggles to ask for help because of fear of getting torn down for being an addict in the first place. Let us not be so quick to judge, and slow to lend a hand. I was the one that said “That will never be me’ and it was. It can happen to you, or anyone. Today writing this essay I can say I have been clean from my drug of choice for 4 years, and I have a beautiful daughter. This shows you that there is hope for any addict that may be in “too deep” and that no one is a lost cause.