In my brief sojourn on this planet (how is that for melodramatic) I have seen more than one person battle their own personal demons. Some of those demons have been created by themselves and their own behavior. Some of them opened Pandora’s box and dared the devil inside to steal their soul. They were people who enjoyed pushing the envelope. They liked skating on the razor’s edge.
Others were just searching for something that they could use to try and fill the hole in their hearts. In the end it didn’t matter why they started using. All that mattered was that they slipped into the abyss. They went careening over the edge. Did they know that they were being dragged over. Did they see the danger. Did they heed the warnings.
I suppose that you could say that they didn’t.
The self-aware addict understands that they can’t put their hands in the fire. They recognize that they dare not risk it. It is just too dangerous.
For those who are wondering I am not writing about myself. I haven’t any problems with drugs or alcohol. But I have known more than a few addicts. I have been to more than one meeting. I have watched friends tear themselves apart. I have seen them turn into sick and twisted versions of who they once were.
It is not like the movies. The happy endings don’t always work out.