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Date Posted: 13:35:28 09/12/06 Tue
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Danielle
's message, "Re: When, and how, do I tell her the truth?" on 09:05:39 09/12/06 Tue
Your anger is good, it will help you deal with the bullshit. Lots of meth addicts are very, very paranoid shave their heads and tend to be very violent. Violent mainly against their own family members believing they are plotting against them. You hate your niece and that is fine, her violence is not all the drugs you are right. But you don’t need to bad mouth your niece in front of her child, and yes it is a disease. It is a compulsion to use and a fuck it attitude when high. It will help you when you truly understand that it is a disease, open up your heart put yourself in their shoes and think what if it was you? Good Luck.
Addiction:
You can't describe it, unless you’ve seen it.
You can't explain it, unless you’ve done it.
You can't imagine it, unless you’ve been there.
Then, it never goes away.
A little on the violence:
Dr. Drew’s site. He used to be on MTV with Adam Corolla and has a radio show with Adam. He is an addiction, and STD specialist.
http://www.drdrew.com/Topics/article.asp?id=1327
* Lots of meth addicts write poems of despair or how they are trapped by their addiction. Mostly it is just the addict crashing and feeling sorry for themselves. So this is my favorite poem from Velvet but it can be a little upsetting to some family members. So the addict truly feels trapped at times and wants out. This poem may help some family members be a little understanding of the addict’s pain. Also a blueprint how you can get slowly tricked in to addiction. But remember feelings are not fact! They need to take action not just say they want to quit. Good Luck.
Spun by Velvet:
SPUN
A captive in her web although, you’ll swear with your last breath.
That she does not imprison you. This spider of meth-death.
No one has ever known you. Like she has, in your life.
Her tricky web envelopes. The pain, the ache, the strife.
At first she strokes you gently. She spins her web with care.
She wraps that silk around you. ‘Til you’re no longer there.
She feigns her love with passion. She wraps you in regret,
She gets inside you gracefully, and now you see the threat.
You have become the spider. Your mind an iced delight.
Her web no longer comforts in. The painful dead of night.
She crawls to you in double-time. Now blocking out the sun.
And when she steals your soul, your life. You know that you’ve been spun.
Velvet
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