Drugs Over Dinner aims to provide a safety net for those secretly crumbling under their own addiction or that of a loved one. We have the opportunity and the tools to change the status quo and fight addiction together.
The more we talk about mental health, the more we get the anti-stigma message out there. This is really key to enabling open, real, and compassionate discussions.
Consumption is an addiction itself. Consumption is a way in which you mute the pain. I know people who have plenty of resources by which they are able to subvert the pain or divert the pain: by consuming, buying unnecessarily.
It would also be helpful if, in our culture, we were taught from an early age that pain is part of the experience of being alive. Modeled for us instead are ways to hide pain, run, pretend, compartmentalize, distract...
Certainly our conversations this week should remember the genius of Robin Williams. But we should also be talking about how to help prevent yet another tragedy. The way to help is to start seeing addiction as more than the craving for a substance relief.
In order for these headlines to stop and for people to stop taking their own lives, we can't just bat our eye at the subject anymore -- and we certainly cannot continue to perpetuate a negative stigma around both mental illness and addiction.
I am writing anonymously to protect my daughter. She is mentally ill at the moment and suffers from, among other things, depression. I take no chances. I also won't name the corporation that is driving me insane. I am afraid of it. I'm sure it's much the same as all the others anyhow. I'll call it "The Beast."
I know that substance abuse problems vary in terms of severity, fright and heartbreak, and yet I am optimistic! In research and clinical work alike, I've seen the evidence over the past 40 years that families and friends make a difference in helping someone who struggles with drinking, drugs or other compulsive behaviors. Often, it is the critical difference.
I was on drugs back then: coke, booze, Xanax, anything I could get my hands on, really. It was 2002, and while Philip Seymour Hoffman's Hollywood career was skyrocketing, mine was a flameout from a jet engine careening backward down the wrong runway.
What has shocked and dismayed me is the widespread Schadenfreude, the intense pleasure in Bieber's misfortunes, at his unfolding "comeuppance." What I'm seeing reminds me of homophobia. Now, that may seem a stretch to some, but hear me out.