Good morning to all my true believers and anyone going through it or knows the struggle! Shit, woke up clean again, What?!?!!!! The struggle is fucking real there ain’t no doubt about that! You know what else is real? This nasty little fucking thing called stigmas. Stigma is defined as a mark of disgrace associated with a particular circumstance, quality, or person! Wow! Or it’s otherwise known as, to people like me, loneliness, despair, dirty looks, whispers, and even shouts to my face! What a nasty fucking word! First and foremost, ain’t one of us perfect and the ones doing this finger pointing and cold looks down long noses or over cold and judgemental shoulders are usually the ones with the most to hide. In this postmodernism and materialistic society we all have some maladaptive behaviors, we lean on as a crutch, at least I know I still do. Progress, not perfection. I’m a turtle in this rat race some days, but I keep it moving that’s for sure.For so long I wondered around in a sense of anomie, mostly self-inflicted yes, but the longer and longer I lived a certain type of way, the more confused I became, the harder it became to know what was real. Shit, I am guilty of judging people still to this day. I must keep a certain type of company close to me or it could very well cost me my life. I can not afford to be fooled again, so yes I judge, but I do not let that get in the way of me helping them and accepting them for who they are not what they suffer from no matter why they suffer from it! So I am not sure where it came from or when exactly I developed it, but I have this double conscious thing going on. Its this sense of people think I am up to something or guilty of something when I know I am not. Is this a cause of stigmas my whole life? I don’t really know, but sometimes it keeps me honest. Sometimes it just pisses me off. So yeah, FUCK STIGMAS!!!!! Reach out, shit just look someone in the eye and say hi! It will make a difference in someone’s day and maybe their life! After all, we are all human beings, right? Everyone you may see in the grip or the struggle is someone’s mother, father, son, daughter, brother, or sister! What if it were your mom? Or your fucking son or daughter? Or for God’s sake, your grandma? This disease of addiction does not care who you are where you come from how old you are. It does not care! It is killing mother fuckers at an alarming rate right fucking now in your neighborhood where you refuse to accept the fact that there is a problem! I FUCKING PROMISE YOU THAT!!!! I am not big on statistics because of the unreliability of the source too often and soo much goes unreported but I know one thing for sure! If left to our own devices, if left untreated, THE DISEASE OF ADDICTION LEADS TO ONE OF THREE PLACES, JAILS, INSTITUTIONS, AND DEATH! And not necessarily in that order! The struggle is fucking real and stigmas are only helping it. Don’t be a pimple on the ass of progress! HELP STOP STIGMAS!!!!! Smile at a stranger. Look someone in the eye as you say hi. Tell someone you love, that you love them! At least give up wrongful judgements and oppressions today for a change. Who are you in the matter?! To those of you out there in the grip of it, I pray that today is the day your life changes for the better as mine has and continues to! God bless and stay up, way up! I love you and you matter to me!!!!