Addiction

Did you catch Channel 9 last night?
When they aired a 'roasting' of Charlie Sheen??
Apparently it was comedy - and a bit of fun?

I understand the premise of a 'roast' is to make fun of our failings.
I get that. I do that.

But making light of drug addiction, criminal behaviour, poor parenting and abuse on an International forum??
I must have lost my sense of humour.

Yes, we didn't have to watch.
I didn't.
I've only seen parts (supposed 'highlights') of the 'roast' and that was plenty for me.

Charlie doesn't seem phased, so power to him.
I love a person who doesn't take themselves too seriously.

But would his family be 'phased'? His children be laughing along?
The people that he has hurt, abused or disappointed over the years?

Whilst on the surface it may seem a harmless poke at someone,
I can't help but think about the fact that this is someone's life.
Someone's life that is unravelling at an exponential rate.
The complete loss of dignity, massacre of his career, the abuse,
the pain his family would be experiencing,
no doubt the countless attempts by friends, family and professionals to 'clean him up'
- those thoughts don't make me laugh.

I've made I make inappropriate cracks regularly,
I've likened running to an addiction in a silly blog post -
but I cannot stand the media perpetuating absolute myths about the glamour or humour in addiction.
(ie. the tragic loss of a supremely talented Amy Winehouse)
Because, at the coalface, there is NOTHING remotely glamorous or humourous about a loved one in dire straits.

If you found this excuse for entertainment last night, amusing,
I don't mean to insult you.
I'm being highly sensitive and riding a high horse today.
Maybe you haven't been affected by the fallout of addiction in your life.
I pray that you, and these 'funnymen' never have to endure the pain of witnessing a family member or relationship devoured by this ugly monster - addiction.

I'm no mathematician

 but I can tell you that

addiction

=

the theft of a beautiful soul

the loss of entire days and precious memories

the resignation of dignity

bitterness

lies

pain

denial

pitiful lows

endless, repetitive one-way converations tirades

paranoia

desperation

depression

shame

self sabotage

physical decline
family members who now get riled up over silly t.v. shows
when they should probably just chill out and step away from the keyboard!

Shar :-)

Tangled

Is this too much to hope for?

Have you ever raised the blinds with that long cord?
Come back and it's somehow worked itself into an almighty ugly tangle in your absence?


You wonder how this could have happened almost unaided in such a short space of time. And it's no mean feat to undo the damage.

I've spent three weeks trying to 'untangle the cord' - because I'm almost certain it will do some really serious damage very soon.


It's a delicate business, 'cause you pull one way, pull too hard and the whole thing can clench up and you've lost your chance at restoring the cord altogether.


Now my time is up.
I have to leave the cord watching, the cord untangling to others.
How did I ever think three weeks was even going to scratch the surface? Make any difference?

I'm ashamed to say I've made very little headway. Every time I thought I might have been getting somewhere a brand new knot appeared. In fact, it's almost guaranteed that the cord will get worse after I leave. I've never felt so powerless.


I do sometimes wonder if the cord wants to stay tangled.
If it's been this way for so long now that it wouldn't know how to hang straight, exist untangled?


But it breaks my heart to look at it.

Shar :-(