Rishire Writes

This is going to be a serious post sprinkled with humor then sautéed in serious sauce. I’m not sure I have the “credentials” to really write about this subject, that is to say the only thing I’ve ever been remotely addicted to were oranges senior year of high school, but I wanted to toss in my two cents to make the pot richer, if you know what I mean. I’m not trying to pass judgement on anyone who’s in any stage of addiction. I just want to say what I think. Hey, it’s my blog.

A couple weeks ago I was faced with the perceived addiction of a friend of mine. Her drug use landed her in the hospital. I’m not privy to all of the details, but the episode scared the heck out of me nonetheless. I’m so worried about this girl, but I find it hard to express my own feelings nonetheless get others to talk about theirs. I have this feeling that this addiction has sprung from a heartbreaking loss she experienced this summer. I fear she’s using drugs to numb her sadness, and I know from experience that that’s a lot of sadness. The only thing that I’ve ever felt had a huge impact on my recovery from extreme sadness was my faith and God’s presence in my life.

Sometimes I wonder how people get over things or even live without faith. I know this is getting off topic, but faith is a great substitution for addiction, especially in this situation. When people are faced with difficult things that create long lasting heartache, some tend to turn to drugs, sex, and/or alcohol. I don’t mean the occasional puff or getting wasted on the weekends. I mean serious addiction that stands to replace the happiness that left when sadness took over. This addiction seems to fill a hole in the heart, but it doesn’t really. I don’t want to sound all preachy or like I know what’s best for everyone everywhere. This is just what’s been best for me, and I haven’t woken up with a hangover or in the hospital because of it. But to each his own!