Any of you ever struggled with an addiction? Tobacco, alcohol, pills, food, sex, drugs, caffeine, sugar?
Any of you know anyone who has struggled with an addiction?
If your answer is yes, then you should understand how addiction affects families, friends, and friends of friends. It’s far-reaching and the damage slides down the hill quickly and lasts a very long time.
You should also know that stopping the addiction is not as simple as saying: “just stop doing it.” It’s so not that simple. So not that simple.
Any of you ever been abused? Sexually, emotionally, physically, verbally, financially, mentally?
Any of you know anyone who has been abused?
If your answer to either or both of those questions is yes – then you should understand the struggle – the fear – the shame – the damage.
You should also know that there is no time limit on how long one will struggle and to tell someone to: “just get over it” and “move on” is so not the answer.
I don’t understand the level of ignorance and hate that have come along with Dylan Farrow and her letter about Woody Allen and the drug induced death of Phillip Seymour Hoffman.
I don’t understand the lack of thought process that goes into the people who have written comments and blogs calling these two people any name they can think of.
Dylan Farrow is a human being trying her best to live in a world that has treated her unkindly and a man who abused her on many levels – and continues to abuse her on many levels. If you have been abused – you understand and you would never comment. If you haven’t been abused – then quite honestly you have no right to judge her or speak ill of her. None of us really have that right for none of us know what happened when she was 7 – or what is happening now. Woody Allen isn’t beyond reproach – not then – and not now.
Phillip Seymour Hoffman died of a drug overdose. The demons in his head won the battle – and Phillip Seymour Hoffman lost his life. If you’ve ever been addicted to anything – you know of what I’m speaking of when I speak of the demons and you probably would not make any comments. You are probably sitting quietly nodding your head in mournful understanding thanking whoever and whatever you believe in that it wasn’t you dead in that bathroom with the syringe in your arm – or a bottle in your hand – or pills – or whatever…
For those of you who are perfect and have no vices and have lived a life that has not involved a struggle of any sort – I ask you to have compassion and understanding. Practice the whole “cast the first stone” thing and when you have the desire to write or comment on anything – do so with kindness. You don’t know how or why a person is where they are in their life. You don’t know their journey – you don’t know what they have been through.
We don’t practice enough kindness. We like to cast those stones and throw those comments and blast the lives of people we don’t even know.
Look in the mirror and then decide whether or not you really should speak.