Keeping your chin up.
Posted 06-12-2016 at 04:58 PM by hpygirl40
I have a hard job. It is not physically hard, mind you, but emotionally and mentally hard. I see the worst in people every day. I see burned out drug abusers who have given up on life. I see people who intentionally hurt other human beings, and who sometimes have no remorse for their actions. It is hard, and it is overwhelming at times.
Sometimes I wonder who they were before meth or heroine took them away. Sometimes I can still see the last bit of sparkle in their eyes, the last bit of who they were born to be slipping away. Sometimes they have been gone for a very long time, and the thing that takes their place functions on a base level, doing what they need to do to score enough of their chosen poison to get through another day.
It is such a waste of the GIFT of life. Who would they have been? Hard to say. Sometimes they have un-diagnosed mental illness also, and they self medicate. Sometimes their demons became too much for them. Sometimes I wonder if they can ever come back.
We have this one life, for sure, as far as we know. No one has written back after passing on to let us know, so, it is a pretty good bet we have just the one. Maybe we travel on, maybe we don't, I would like to think we do. Regardless, it is such a burden to see so many people waste the one sure existence we are given. I hurt for them.
Because sometimes, someone has to.
Sometimes I wonder who they were before meth or heroine took them away. Sometimes I can still see the last bit of sparkle in their eyes, the last bit of who they were born to be slipping away. Sometimes they have been gone for a very long time, and the thing that takes their place functions on a base level, doing what they need to do to score enough of their chosen poison to get through another day.
It is such a waste of the GIFT of life. Who would they have been? Hard to say. Sometimes they have un-diagnosed mental illness also, and they self medicate. Sometimes their demons became too much for them. Sometimes I wonder if they can ever come back.
We have this one life, for sure, as far as we know. No one has written back after passing on to let us know, so, it is a pretty good bet we have just the one. Maybe we travel on, maybe we don't, I would like to think we do. Regardless, it is such a burden to see so many people waste the one sure existence we are given. I hurt for them.
Because sometimes, someone has to.
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Believe it or not I know how you feel..My husband deals with people on drugs people with mental illness everyday. Sometimes it effects how we feel about people in general. All I can say is help the ones you can, and leave the rest for someone else. Everything will work itself out in the end. Cherokee bluePosted 06-17-2016 at 01:45 PM by Cherokeeblue
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Thanks!
Thank you for the positive comments, and you are right on that it can sometimes affect how one feels about people in general.
So hard to see people waste the one life we know for sure we have.
Good thoughts to your husband too, seems he is fighting the fight also.Posted 06-20-2016 at 06:49 PM by hpygirl40
