Matt, Today a news crew is interviewing me about your addiction. I am sharing our story about how horribly you were treated during your struggle. I want the world to know that you did not have to die from this very treatable disease. That had society and the insurance industry felt the need to save you, you would be alive today. But society sees addiction as a dirty disease and feel that those who suffer from it aren’t worth saving.
I have a different opinion. You were worth saving. Your life had meaning and value. I remember you before the addiction took control of your brain. Your giving heart. Your beautiful soul. The problem with society is that people are blinded by the disease. They refuse to see beyond behaviors that are part of the damaged brain. I wonder how many parents would punish their child after a diagnosis of any other disease. Would they disown the child sneaking the candy bar because he doesn’t understand the harm of eating it after becoming a diabetic? Why does society feel its acceptable to label addicts as not worth saving? How can strangers be so harsh in their judgement of people they know nothing about?
After living the nightmare of your addiction I chose to fight back against a society who has no clue. To honor your life that was cut short because of stigma. I tell your story to whoever will listen. I fight to save other mothers from my grief. I fight to save other mother’s children from your fate. I speak out about how you were treated and how society thinks addiction is a dirty disease and those who suffer from it are disposable people.
There is a world wide misconception that addiction is a self inflicted disease. I guess it’s easier to form an opinion when you disregard the facts. The brutal reality is that addiction is a man made disease. Created by overprescribing physicians. Many who received kickbacks from pharmaceutical companies for prescribing opioids for every ache and pain. You followed doctors orders. You trusted the pill pushers hiding behind their white coats. You became a victim of an industry that cares more about profit than it does for quality of human life.
I guess its easier for people to point fingers and whisper behind our backs passing judgement about a disease they know very little about. I guess perceptions and pre-conceived notions are more acceptable when you haven’t lived the disease or witnessed the struggle.
I’ve learned that pre-conceived notions fuel the stigma and contribute to the bias against this most powerful, deadly disease.
I pray that telling your story will begin to break down the walls and change the hearts and minds of those who believe that people like you are disposable. That your life didn’t matter. That the disease of addiction wiped away your worth and made your death acceptable to society. I pray that seeing your smiling face and my grieving one will start the crack that begins to unravel misconceptions regarding those who suffer from the disease of addiction. Telling our story keeps you alive. Telling your story keeps me alive.