I dream of you often. You move your hand to my forearm, and I am almost incapacitated in a whirlwind of religious fervor. You are the Notre Dame Cathedral, and I am a hopeless gothic admirer.

I wonder if your guilt eats you alive.

Here’s what I want you to know – you weren’t put on this earth to save people.

He had a drug problem long before he met me.

Calling addiction a disease does not eliminate responsibility for the actions of those who are struggling, it allows them to admit their shortcomings and seek treatment without fear of being stigmatized and bullied. People with diseases find appropriate treatment.

Love each other. Spread positivity. Support one another.

Overcoming drug addiction is certainly not a cakewalk, and it’s far from a straight line. 

Sending a tweet in support of Demi Lovato’s recovery is great. Instagramming an old video from one of her concerts you enjoyed is sweet. But I urge everyone to try to do a little more.

Where is your compassion? Your understanding? Your support? Your humanity?

It feels like they are saying you do not matter enough for me to change. I do not love you enough to get help. I do not care about you enough to start caring about myself.