Today I am grieving a once-loved child, now lost to drugs and psychosis. A child desperate for love, who could not be still long enough to receive it.
Crank. Crack. Speed. Meth. These hard, harsh, one-syllable words -- have you ever noticed that? -- how they turn their users into harsh, hard, dangerous, one-dimensional people.
Is he a self-medicating bipolar, or have the drugs driven him to this madness?
In the end, in prison, finding Jesus in some smuggled substance, it does not matter.
But the end is not here yet.
In the end, someone will die.
Who failed him?
We all did.
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I'm sorry.
Posted by: Patia | 01 October 2007 at 09:19 PM
I can only imagine the pain you must be feeling over this. I'm sorry for your loss.
Posted by: Quiplash | 07 October 2007 at 01:44 AM
on the 23rd of august i lost my 44 yrs old beautiful daughter to suicide - drugs.
My heart goes out to you, a stranger but not a stranger as I have an inkling of the pure sadness you are experiencing.
Posted by: | 14 October 2007 at 04:26 PM