I still remember telling my mother, the woman who thought her little girl was an angel, that I was a drug addict and needed to go to inpatient treatment. “I don’t want to get high anymore,” I told her, “but I can’t stop.”
“The balance of power is in the favor of violent crime organizations, such as the Mexican Cartel, and not in the favor of the United States Government, where drugs could be taxed, regulated, and, essentially, eliminate violent crime organizations from their current position of power.”
I see now that our flaws and damages should not be ignored or desensitized but harnessed and embraced — that all of our quirks and qualities have a part to play in the greater scheme of our lives and should never be silenced or drowned out.
“It’s deeper than any substances.”
It is hard, but it is courageous. I admire all those who stick by their loved ones side and fight for them, fight for them to overcome their demons, their dark sides, their addiction.
The lights in the room went down. The lights onstage went up. I could feel my heart in my throat. I was just… I knew something bad was going to happen. I just did.
I laughed about it. I made art about it. I wrote poems about it. I was never in denial, I just didn’t care.
If you loved him, you would’ve left.
It was a ticket meeting that night, and my ticket got pulled. I had the choice to pass, but I didn’t. I have no idea what I said, but I talked.
To this day I pay the price. I look in the mirror everyday, grabbing parts of my body I hate and am disgusted with myself to my core because I am not thinner then I was the day before.