Drowning at the Bottom of the Bottle

Chelsey Hudon
The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution on an individual level. It's got to happen inside first. - The Lizard King

Jul 20,2017

Have you ever loved someone who suffered from an addiction?

Whether it be a mother, father, friend or spouse? You are probably familiar with that stifling feeling of trying to breath under water. Always reaching for the surface but it never seems to come. Treading so fierce towards an end that always seems to extend further and further. 

Thats exactly how it feels to try and help someone who wont except the help that is being given. So you eventually suffocate. All of their lies, all of their controversies, begin to hold you down beneath the blue, as weights upon your shoulders. 

How much is too much? How far is too far? 

How many times must you explain the severity of their compulsive actions before it truly penetrates? Or will it ever sink in? 

Does loving someone unconditionally mean that we must endure this kind of emotional consequence just to keep them afloat in our lives? 

Is it better to push their mess from off of our shoulders so we are able to take that needed gasping breath? Or do we stay under, sacrificing our own lives, waiting for them to finally make their move and take our hand to swim up with us? 

By the time they’ve decided to take the leap for themselves, we could have already sunk to the bottom. 

If we were to turn our backs on these people, are we able to to live with the jaded belief that we had handed them the shovel to dig their grave, or would we survive on the truth that they actually dug their own? 

Only time will tell..

This ‘article’ was merely a series of unanswered questions.. 

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