Wednesday, 19 October 2011
A woman I knew died recently - alone, in her car. Suspected overdose. It's all I can think about. She told me she was struggling, then going well. Then struggling again, well, etc. Her youngest baby was about six months old. She had older children, all with the same tired look in their eyes.
Some people have a glass of wine or eat chocolate or do an exercise workout, to take the edge off.
Some people inject heroin into their veins to take the edge off. Sometimes they die.
And all of the people around them are not *that* surprised, because a using addict is only really half a person anyway. Shadow people.
Such a terrible waste. Such selfish, horrible, no-good, shame-filled, vermin, bloody junkies.
There but for the grace of God go you - if you don't think you are addicted to anything, you need to look again.
I saw her for the last time two weeks ago, looked straight into her eyes as I crossed the road as she sat in her car waiting for me to pass. And I wondered how she was going.
And now I know.