When I was a teenager, I was not a drug user. Many of my friends, however, were. Including my best friend. She was, in fact, a dealer. She eventually came to me for help sobering up, feeling her life was pretty much in shambles as a result of the drugs she'd been involved with over the years.
And she wasn't the only one. I was surrounded by friends who used drugs, and yet who regretted it. As an adult, I see less of it amongst my friends, but my uncle recently shared with me a journal he'd written through a stage of depression. He'd been a heavy drug user in his teenage years, and even now when he is in his 50's, it has come back to haunt him with some very difficult complications.
All of this contact I've had with addicts has been a source of inspiration for some of my poetry. It has felt, in my life, that I've struggled through addictions, even though the pills were not in my mouth nore the needle in my own arm. What I found, though, is that addiction doesn't only affect the addict, but everyone around the addict. I suppose that is why there are a number of literary magazines around focuses specifically on the issue of addiction, such as R.KV.R.Y Literary Journal. The writing of addiction seems to have a voice all its own.
My best friend never checked into an adolescent treatment program. In fact, there weren't very many good facilities available for her back in those days. Instead, she had to rely on another teenager who was lost and frightened by it all, just as she was. I only wish we'd had access to the professional medical staff that is available in good programs today, such as the program at Echo Malibu. It is a good work, and one I commend. It is because of places like this that the writing of addiction often includes victorious voices, and not just dark and discouraging texts that end in hopelessness. The victory over addiction brought about through such places is an inspiration to all who hear its sound.
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