Mighty Morgan here!
Today started like may other days…uneventful and wonderful all rolled up in a picture perfect morning. I headed up to the store to grab some things for around the house and then the headlines of the morning paper caught my attention.
Rarely do I ever read the newspapers or even watch the news on T.V. because it just seems to suck the joy out of living. But today was different, because right in front of my eyes at the checkout line at the local supermarket I saw that another person had been lost to the horrors of addiction and the family was now left to pick up the pieces of the life of their daughter who is now gone forever. (The full story can be read here.)
Her name was Natalie Ciappa, she was only 18 and she will never get the chance to recover.
Many days can come and go in which I forget the cesspool life that I escaped from; but then there are days like today, that remind me that addiction is still a problem that many will never get the opportunity to find freedom from it.
I read the parents heartbreaking story as well as the mis-information they held within their minds of what an addict is and it reminds me of how many people just don’t fully understand the nature of addiction. Addiction is not just a physical problem in which only abstinence can cure. It is an internal problem, a dis-ease of self that infects the emotional, spiritual and finally the physical aspects of a person. Recovery from this begins with abstinence, but more work has to be done in order to find freedom.
I often find it so ridiculous the money that is spent on “The War on Drugs.” because this approach in focusing on the drugs, has done little or nothing in helping to combat the ever increasing problem. I sometimes wonder how many more people will die before it becomes known that the methods of treating the symptoms of addiction; just the usage…
..Is just as ineffective as placing a band-aid on cancer.
I know that I used because my entire outlook on life was based on finding relief from the constant state of dis-harmony I wandered in on a daily basis. I had no capacity to understand that the quick fix I felt when I used a substance would never free me from the dis-ease I felt.
I do quite a bit of work in helping other people that have found themselves at the end of the road trying to find the path back to life. But today I feel powerless in the grand scheme of it all, because it is just not possible to reach out my hands to everyone; and not everyone is ready to receive the help they may need.
It’s days like today that I stop and wonder how I escaped and why I got the chance to live another life, while so many others don’t. I know there will never be an answer will ever adequately allow me to just accept that I survived. But I do know that it empowers me on a daily basis to carry the message to those who are still sick and suffering and to be an example of the hope that is available.
How do you set the example for the people in your life that are brought before you or do you even bother?