It goes beyond sadness when I meet or learn of someone who is in an addiction. It’s far worse when another one needlessly died of an overdose. I immediately jump into grief. I sorrow for the misunderstood life that once was or the living, breathing life, that will soon be cut off before his or her time… the family and loved ones who will probably never understand that person the way they need to, or needed to… the judgement of others being proclaimed as if a life just didn’t matter… the deep and unbearable anguish over the life that had purpose, or the life that doesn’t think they have any purpose… the tears pouring down the Face of God as He says, “I was there but you didn’t let Me in”.
There is a battle going on everyday in each and every one of us. It’s a battle with the mind and the heart. Which one rules? Which one decides? Which one is ‘liable’ for the bad choices and which one gains ‘victory’ for the good ones? How many even think about it before making choices? Sometimes it’s between good and evil while other times it’s just about making the right turn on the road of life.
I never use the term, ‘addict’; instead I coined a phrase that is represented by an acronym, PIA. It stands for Person In Addiction. So, please accept that from me because I don’t believe that addiction defines anyone… it’s only a temporary hiccup that can have an awesome, transformational and eye opening permanent solution – if people would only listen and hear me.
I have a powerful, loving and overwhelming empathy and heart for PIA’s. It’s because, at one time, I was one. For readers who don’t know me, my addiction ended in March of 2007 and I have never had to look back except to format the recovery ministry that my husband and I lead.
Loved ones of PIA’s don’t always recognize the signs of addiction. My husband didn’t either, and played a big part in being co-able for my near death from a massive overdose. Is it denial with loved ones? Is it the futility of a system that can’t cure them? Is it apathy? Is it fear? Is it the thought that, somehow, if they love them enough with supplying every need and want, they will be able to end their addiction? Is it the disease theory that society has made a fact, that causes people not to even bother? What is it? I believe it’s at least one or more of the above mentioned. I’ve mentioned this in another post; however, it’s worth mentioning again. I went a a woman who asked to speak with me about her son’s addiction. At the end of the conversation, and to this very day, I wondered why she wanted to talk with me. Anyway, the take away of our conversation was her ‘set in stone’ belief to allow her son to remain in his addiction until he died. She said they all die, so let him enjoy himself and I’ll give him a beautiful funeral. Two of her other children had already died from their addictions from organ failure.
PIA’s are PIA’s because they live in a world of hurt and despair. If they wanted to end their lives, they would just commit suicide; however, the reality is that they are using substances to survive and get through life. So, they are trying to cope. Their addictions need to be recognized and these people need to be RESCUED. They can’t and won’t fix it on their own. Once the drug(s) or alcohol take hold, their addiction absolutely runs their life and they can do nothing without your help. Let’s all work hard to drop the disease theory and work at resurrecting lives so that they can be productive, fruitful and and example of what Jesus Christ can do for the soul. I’ve been there, and I’m living a life that glorifies God.