It never gets easy when someone you love is an addict. Answering a random phone call never gets easier. Sending someone to rehab never really ends up feeling reassuring, but instead just feels like a way to keep someone alive for a few more weeks. The saddest part of addiction is that the person going through it does not know their self-worth. They do not realize the potential you see in them. It is sad to think about the past, and the memories you have with the ones you love when times were easier. However, the saddest part to me is that they do not really get the chance to remember all those memories because they are too busy fighting to stay alive.
They do no realize the ways they touched your life, and how important their well-being is for your own well-being. Maybe that’s a selfish way to think, but then again I don’t like to think that there are any set rules when it comes to addiction. The truth is they are fighting a disease that is so complex and hard to understand. All you can really do is be hopeful. I try to make this as general and relatable as possible, but really that is not possible. Every family is dealing with a different monster, and honestly I do not expect anyone to understand. However, I hear different peoples stories everywhere I go and the common denominator is this; it never gets easier. It never gets easier.