This post below, is not one of my writings. This is a post I found that personally hit home for me. Having recovered from multiple addictions over a span of 20+ years and all the suffering that comes with it. Having experienced my own tragedies and watching similar, incredible human beings go through similar struggles. I tip my hate to this incredible woman Chantel Huel for taking the time to write this and bring great awareness and depth to it. Myself and Chantel are perfect examples of turning tragedy into success and every single human being out there being shamed, labeled, made to look as a lesser person, has the potential to do incredible things with depth and purpose and should not be seen any other way but as a human being. This writing deserves a proper share to reach as many as possible. So that we bring logic, unity and coherence to the world and end all the unnecessary suffering that comes from inherited, misguided, demographic beliefs, labels, and misunderstandings. "I view myself, as I view others." "I respect myself, as I respect others, and I deserve the same respect in return."
I am beyond sick of judgmental people.
From someone who has fought for my life most of my life ... and just found peace, not so long ago, but long enough ago ...
Have you ever been to a trap house? Have you ever sat down with the so-called “dirty, trashy addicts” and tried to understand how they got there? I have.
How many people struggling with addiction have had everything they own stolen? If you don’t have ID, you can’t get ID. If you don’t have a shower or clean clothes, how are you supposed to get a job? If you haven’t eaten in a week and you have no job and no ID, how are you supposed to buy food?
Do you realize that a bag of meth can cost the same as a meal at McDonald’s? The McDonald’s will go through your system in a few hours and you’ll be hungry again. That bag of meth will block the hunger pains for a day or more. I’m not saying it’s right—I’m saying this is the logic of survival when you’re living on the street.
Do you know that when you enter rehab, you may not be allowed to talk to your family for at least a week? No smoking. No caffeine. You’re withdrawing from everything your body depends on, all while being isolated and possibly surrounded by people who make you uncomfortable. That’s not easy. That’s war on your nervous system.
You mock the “crazy lady” walking around with a shovel in her underwear. Maybe she was trying to make money. Have you ever been exposed to the elements 24 hours a day? Ever been hungry, freezing cold, or burning hot for more than a few hours? These people are stronger than you think.
I’ve sat in trap houses and watched people paint pictures Picasso would envy. I’ve seen someone blow the most beautiful glass art with nothing but a torch and their breath. I’ve watched people flip $20 speakers into $150 cash just to survive. I’ve met singers, dancers, and poets who could make your heart ache with their words.
Instead of tapping into that energy and talent, we mock it—because we don’t understand it.
We didn’t always have houses, electricity, and Wi-Fi. Some people survive however they can. Who are we to say they can’t sleep by a river that doesn’t belong to us, but to the universe?
Don’t like the mess? Then let’s create solutions. Build fire pits. Put out trash cans and needle disposal boxes. Fund shelters along the river instead of another useless roundabout. Make community service meaningful—have youth help clean up riverbanks and actually engage with the community. Give them responsibility, purpose, and structure.
Prison provides three meals a day, healthcare, temperature control, work programs, education, and even television. The homeless often have access to none of that. Let that sink in.
Stop complaining from behind your screens. Go talk to people. Buy someone a coffee. Offer a tampon, deodorant, or a change of clothes. Even if you can’t save them, you can remind them they matter.
I’ve lived that life. No one is better than anyone else. We are equal. Our struggles may look different, and some are more visible than others, but everyone is carrying something.
Stop judging. Show more love.
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