Addicted

I haven't been able to write much at work these days. Isn't that unfortunate? I don't know what's wrong with my company giving me actual work to do, at work. It's a darn shame. No, I'm [half] kidding. I like being busy at work. It makes the time go by and stimulates my brain.

Today while I was working I could not stop thinking about this show called Addicted that I saw last night. I actually pre-recorded it. It comes on at 10pm ET Wednesdays, on TLC. I think I may become addicted to Addicted. It was one of those shows that even a person who is ready for bed and not interested in watching another reality show before the night's end gets sucked in by the minute because it's so good (or should I say bad) to watch...it's like one of those scenarios when our favorite stars fail in the media because it gives us something to talk about. I plan on watching it this Wednesday, or recording it rather (I love DVR).

Anyway, last Wednesday's episode was about this girl who was a drug addict hooked on heroine. I had always heard about people being drug addicts, and even know one who was, but never actually physically saw the effects of what it can do to one's body. This particular woman first tried heroine when she was 13 and became addicted when she was 14. At the time of this show, now aired, she was 30...still addicted to heroine. She lived in an unpleasant part of town that looked sad and abused. Her apartment was dirty, messy, and bug-infested and her boyfriend was hooked too, but less so.

The parts they aired were almost too graphic to bear and I as I watched her mutilate her body over and over again I became sad, nearly to the point of nausea. She would get loaded in the morning right before she headed off to wherever she was going and then get loaded again in the afternoon, and at night before she went to sleep. She wrapped a belt around her arms, her legs, anywhere, just to find a decent vein to inject the needle, and then slowly but surely she would begin to get high and drift into a state of extreme relaxation. It was devastating to watch and a miracle that she was still alive after nearly 15 years of living on narcotics. Her face had become scarred with what looked like permanent bruises and her nostrils seemed as if they'd been burned around the edges and chiseled with charp objects. But underneath the scars, she was a beautiful girl.

I don't know why, but this really got to me, watching a young and beautiful girl become disease-ridden for 15 years because of trying something once. In the end, she went to detox and "got clean" with the help of her family, but it was nearly impossible for her to go through withdrawals for the addiction she suffered was nearly undoable.

I have no lesson, I have no point. I just wanted to share the story that broke my heart and left me saddened for this girl I don't even know. My heart goes out to her and I wish I could just reach out my hand.