I typically write about silly stuff that’s happened in my life, you know, a little something to bring a smile, but this time is a little different.
There’s something on my mind that has been eating at me terribly and I want to understand it.
Last week, while I’m sitting at my desk working, our scanner sent out emergency tones numerous times. All were overdoses on synthetic marijuana! Then Monday, while I’m at work, we hear emergency tones again. Twice! Two more synthetic marijuana overdoses came across the scanner. SEVEN! Seven overdoses on the same drug in less than one week.
It tears my heart into shreds to see what is happening to the people in our community. I understand we all have a problem in some form or another because we’re human and we’re not designed to be perfect, but I just don’t understand why one would choose to do this to themselves.
Although I’m only 38 years old, I can still remember a time when drugs weren’t such a problem. A time that finding people passed out on the streets was nearly unheard of. A time when my mother didn’t have to worry about taking me into town and fear that I would step on a dirty needle and possibly contract an incurable disease. I remember a time when we all left our car keys in the ignition and left our houses unlocked while we were away and didn’t hesitate in doing so. Can we do that now? Nope! Sure can’t!
This crazy addiction has turned people into monsters and I truly believe they don’t even realize it. Sisters are stealing from brothers, mothers from fathers, friends from friends, in hopes they can get their hands on something valuable enough to purchase ONE PILL!
What has happened people? Did people just stop caring for one another? Did they just stop caring for themselves? Is being high really that important to people?
I’ve never had a drug addiction in my life…and I promise that I never will! I love my life, my children and my family way more than I could ever love something that makes me feel high for a few minutes. Am I trying to imply that I’m perfect? No I’m not because I know that I’m not, but I do know that my life is valuable to me and my loved ones. I do know that I have a purpose to live. I have life problems just like the majority of people have, but I do know that drugs can’t fix it or change it for the better.
Maybe that’s why I don’t understand why people do these things, because I’ve never been in their shoes. I simply cannot fathom the thought of something so stupid being so important to someone.
If you’re one who is addicted please take this into consideration…You are someone’s child! You may be someone’s parent! You are someone’s friend! You are someone’s family! How would you feel if you were the one doing all the worrying? How would you feel if you had to put your child or mother/father or friend in the ground? Imagine that heart-wrenching feeling! Imagine it was you who were standing over that body crying your eyes out and then trying to explain to others how your child, parent or friend died! Would you be embarrassed or disappointed at the same time your heart was filled with pain? I know I would!
I want so badly for there to be a cure! Yes, I said a cure! Drug addiction seems like a wide-spread disease without a cure. It has went from rarely hearing about someone on drugs to rarely hearing about someone that isn’t. It’s a plague! There’s honestly not one person I know who hasn’t been touched by drugs or the affects of drugs. If you’re reading this, I bet you have a story as well. A story of how drugs has affected your life in some way.
There’s help out there. IT’S THERE! Please go find it! And by help, I don’t mean to replace a drug with another drug, that’s not a cure. There are plenty of programs and people who are willing to help. Find them! Call them! Have faith in them! But most importantly, have faith in YOU and know that YOU can be helped. Stop causing your family and friends to worry about you. Stop causing them to worry if you’re going to wake up in the morning or if you’re going to be laying dead in your own bodily fluids. Know that your child, your parents and your friends NEED you and want you around for as long possible.
Please, I beg, stop killing yourself! I want to understand!
Cindy Moore is a reporter for the Williamson Daily News. To contact Cindy by phone please call 304-235-4242 ext. 2278 or by email at [email protected].