by Fiona Stockard | Oct 27, 2014 | Addiction Articles, Drug Addiction
An Unintended Overdose
One of our wonderful fans, the talented Ariana Galante, sent us this poem.
Ariana’s a high school junior from Pennsylvania. She wrote “The Risky Game” after her school hosted a drug awareness seminar.
She was moved by this seminar, saying it brought back memories of her experience with a family member’s addiction. She lived in constant fear of losing her sister. Today, she says, her sister is doing great and has been sober for a few years.
Thanks Ariana! You rock!
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The Risky Game
One time.
One chance.
I take the risk.
Will it be my last?
Heavy eyes,
dizzy head,
I lay down,
on my bed.
Hurry please!
Come get me now!
Find me!
I’m beginning to drown.
I doze off.
I drift.
Flying high,
but now stiff.
She enters.
Sees me lying here,
coming closer,
touches my hair.
I’m cold.
She falls.
Grabs her phone,
and makes that call.
That dreaded day,
we are now apart,
my mistake,
her broken heart.
But for me,
what seemed like a fun time,
careless actions,
turned into the way I died.
–Ariana Galante
by Fiona Stockard | Feb 19, 2013 | Addiction Treatment, Drug Addiction
I Will Wait…
I will wait. I will wait for you. These are the words taunting me. Why? Waiting. Hoping. Praying. Healing. Addicts like me don’t easily possess these qualities.
As far back as I can remember, I’ve waited for something. I’ve waited for someone, something, anything to make me better. If I only had this one person, this one thing, this one place, I’d be whole. I’d be complete. I just have to wait. Sometimes, rarely, I’d get what I wanted. I’d be happy for a few minutes. That’s life. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. What if the only thing you want in life, what if the only thing you were waiting for…was someone else’s life?
That’s what I wait for. I wait for the day you get sober. I wait for the day when the lies, the deception, the hurt stops. I wait for the day when I don’t have to stay up, worry, panic. I wait for the day when something more than love binds us together. I wait for the day when our passion for life binds us together.
Addiction brought us together in a different way. We bonded. We nodded. We laughed. Those days are over. Those days have been over for years. Now I wait. I wait for you. I wait for the day when you decide that being happy is more important than being high. I wait for you to live alongside me again.
I wait for the day you call and say “I’m done.” I wait for the day when ask for help. I wait for the day when you scream for help because simply asking doesn’t work. I wait for the day when you wave your white flag so high and so quick that it can’t be mistaken for anything other than a sign of defeat.
I wait and I wait. It’s hard for an addict like me. I have God to guide me through. I have a thousand other distractions. Nothing takes me away from the longest line I’ve ever been in. Waiting.
I will wait…for you.
(Shout out to Mumford and Sons)
