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You ever wonder how people do it? How people put out their cigarettes, put down that bottle, and simply walk away? I have. My whole life, which is a whopping eighteen years, I've been astounded by the strength these people have. I'm not justifying their behavior, I'm well aware they fell into that black hole all on their own, however, what we tend overlook is how much it takes out of someone to be able to pull themselves back out of said hole. Let me try to put it into persepective for you: Let's say you have a routine, you get up, maybe you shower, maybe you eat breakfast, whatever you do, it's probably not something you think about, you just do. That, my friend, is called a habit, and although your habit may not be threatening to your life, it's still something you'd feel odd if you didn't do. It's similiar to those who roll out of bed a stick a needle in their arms, it's how they get through their day. Just like, maybe you need a steaming hot cup of coffee to wake you up before work. It's the same thing, you're just lucky enough to have found something socially acceptable, where as they have not.
So now that I've got you thinking, consider this. What if you were to have an addiction so bad that if you do not start and end your day in a druken stupor or a thrilling high, you feel empty? What if, everytime you took out that razor, lit that lighter, tipped that bottle, you didn't think about what you were doing? You couldn't think about what you were doing, because deep down you know it's hurting someone other than yourself, whether it be your family, your friends, your son or daughter; whomever it is, you know you're letting them down. But what if this was all you had, what if, despite all those people who love you, this was all that could make you feel alive? This was all you had to drag you through one day after another..
Tell me now, do you feel redemption for these people? I do. Yes, what they're doing is wrong, what they're doing isn't a way out, isn't a right answer, isn't this and isn't that, but instead of trying to scold them, to point out their wrongs, shouldn't we try and help them? They're people too, they're people in danger at that. And weren't we taught, since we were young, that helping people is good. It shouldn't matter what someone needs help with, one should be willing to do so regardless.
I know I am.
So take a second, and think. I'm sure you know someone, someone you care about, who has a problem. And if you don't, you're the luckiest fucker in the whole world and you should be beyond thankful for not having to watch them suffer day in and day out.
But, to those of you who do know someone, just think of the last time you tried to help them. I'm not talking about getting them help, they won't listen to you. They won't listen to you yelling, to you telling them how disappointed you are in them, they've learned to be numb to words such as those. No, instead think of the last time you told them you loved them, told them you cared, told them you were there for them, told them they're not a disappointment..
Really think, because if you don't, you're allowing them to do this. You're willing letting them take minutes, hours, days, off their lives, simply because you're too much a bitch to let them know you care.
Please, don't make the mistake I did. Please, help those you love. Don't let them go, ever. You can be angry at them, you can resent them for what they've done, but please don't ever cut ties, dont' ever walk out on them. They know they're hurting you, but they need to know you care, they need it. They need it much more than you need to prove a point.
Don't let them go, you will lose them. And that's a promise I'm willing to make
