My reaction is to lash out viscerally, wishing I was standing next to you in the "emergency room". Addiction gets lip service as an illness, but in reality many of those on the front lines would just as soon just discard the sufferers and dismiss them as weak and unworthy. While I've never been addicted to drugs, I was deep in the bottle for nearly two decades. Climbing out of whatever hole you're is a monumental undertaking with or without compassionate help. Fortunately my resolve was stronger than the bottle and I extracted the "demon" through my own efforts.
Our health care "system" is barely functional for ailments and injuries that don't have stigma attached to them. Maybe the worst part is that hope in abandoned that any help will be coming. I only can offer words of encourage from far away. The road may seem unnavigable, but hang onto hope. Adversity does relent - and when it does, take advantage of the opportunity.
Thank you my friend. Stories matter. I am on a path to begin collaborating with real movers and shakers passionate about making a difference in the space. I am glad you found your way forward. My dad was an alcoholic and finally became sober--and was stricken with Alzheimer’s soon after...Life is hard and simultaneously beautiful and hopeful.
My reaction is to lash out viscerally, wishing I was standing next to you in the "emergency room". Addiction gets lip service as an illness, but in reality many of those on the front lines would just as soon just discard the sufferers and dismiss them as weak and unworthy. While I've never been addicted to drugs, I was deep in the bottle for nearly two decades. Climbing out of whatever hole you're is a monumental undertaking with or without compassionate help. Fortunately my resolve was stronger than the bottle and I extracted the "demon" through my own efforts.
Our health care "system" is barely functional for ailments and injuries that don't have stigma attached to them. Maybe the worst part is that hope in abandoned that any help will be coming. I only can offer words of encourage from far away. The road may seem unnavigable, but hang onto hope. Adversity does relent - and when it does, take advantage of the opportunity.
Thank you my friend. Stories matter. I am on a path to begin collaborating with real movers and shakers passionate about making a difference in the space. I am glad you found your way forward. My dad was an alcoholic and finally became sober--and was stricken with Alzheimer’s soon after...Life is hard and simultaneously beautiful and hopeful.