The Unseen Battle: Addiction, Pain, and What It Really Means to Be Human
I was listening to I'll Leave A Light On For You by Papa Roach and Carrie Underwood, and my mind started spiraling. Suicide. Addiction. Overdoses. Mental disorders. Someone accidentally overdosing, not because they wanted to die, but because they just wanted to escape the pain for a little while. Then, I thought about my son coming back into my life after enough time had passed for me to finally see, not just him, but myself. I thought about the two-year anniversary of losing the man I was crazy about, shaming myself the entire time for not understanding sooner how deeply generational trauma had controlled my entire life. Then vs. now. The addict, the crazy, the clueless, the unlovable-but-desperately-wanting-to-be-loved person I was. A hypocrite, judgmental even as an addict, thinking my sins were somehow different than someone else’s. And that got me thinking… When was the last time you looked at someone with an addiction and asked, "Hey, are you okay?" When was...