We Must Speak LOUDLY!

The other day, I was going through Facebook and came across a phrase/photo that said, “So if a kid has an allergic reaction, the parents have to pay a ridiculous price for an Epi pen.  But a junkie who as OD’d for their 15th time gets Narcan for free?  What a screwed up world we live in.” 
Of course, I had to comment and let the person know that my son, Brett, was a heroin addict. He was a great friend, a wonderful son, and a child of God.  We paid dearly for the Narcan used for him.  I also let her know how offended I was from her post.

Poster responded that she had to pay $400.00 out of pocket for an Epi pen.  Some of the comments made on this feed, made my stomach turn.  I unfriended her and moved on.  Then I got a private message from someone that read through the feed and wanted to let me know how sorry she was that this was posted and how wrong it all was.

Because I unfriended her, I could no longer see the feed.  However, I was told that I was really thrown under the bus, and there was even a comment that “Maybe the junkie will die on the 13th OD and save some money.”

Why the need to blame the disease of addiction instead of blaming Big Pharma?  STIGMA!

We must SPEAK LOUDLY!  Things must change.  Addiction is a disease, not a moral problem.  We must educate these people.  I am still sickened by this, but know that we have so much work to do so that those “Junkies” get the medical help that they need without the judgement that they now get.

International Overdose Awareness Day

Yesterday was International Overdose Awareness Day.  WTF always tries to do something for that day.  It is more challenging when August 31st falls during the week.  So I reached out to the Denton County Juvenile Department, and they said come.

So, I had the opportunity to speak and show the documentary to the juvenile residents of the Courage to Change Program at Denton County Jail. It is such a great program because of all the counseling that each resident is given. When I do presentations like that, I can only pray that at least one person hears it and it will make a difference.

Later, I showed the documentary to the parents of those youth. That was totally different. Tears were flowing and you could see the fear in their faces. Fear of their child’s life due to drugs. Fear for their family unit. I believe that they all heard and that they will work toward keeping their youth on track when they finish the program.

However, the future is up to each of those youth. It is their journey. We can only pray they choose the best path.

I am an Heir

When I read the words “Heirs to the estate of”, I think of wealth, someone who lived a full life and a family of many generations still alive.

Brett had some unclaimed funds in the Texas Comptroller’s Account that I applied to get. I never thought of myself as an heir, just a mom who misses her son so very much. Heir seems regal, not broken. Heirs sit on nice sofas, not in a circle of support and hope.

Thank you Brett for leaving your estate. Dad and I will be going to dinner with your $96.19. I would rather take you, Kyle and Dad somewhere fun, where we could laugh and you all would make fun of me, but I can’t.  I am an Heir.

Today is Good Friday. We are in mourning.

How appropriate that I was at the funeral for Michael Luce. The room was filled with people in recovery. You could tell. They were shaken and probably scared. As each person came up to speak, they shared what an important place Michael had in their lives. Addiction is a very difficult part of their lives.

There were a few things said that really stuck out for me. One of his mentors asked each of us, “What part of Michael will you take with you today?” Wow, I had to think about that. For me, he was strong in recovery, sponsoring and mentoring many. What I take, is how strong addiction is for these children. I say children, because they are someone’s child. Those parents are changed and broken forever. You do not forget. You do not get over. You mourn. Just like Mary did for Jesus, just like Kim and Lori will for Michael.

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