What a “junkie” looks like . . .
The face of a “junkie”. . .
Last week on Facebook someone I respected posted his thought: “So if a kid has an allergic reaction the parents have to pay a ridiculous price for an Epi Pen. But a junkie who has OD’d for their 15th time gets Narcan for free? What a screwed up world we live in.”
I unfriended this person because I was so disgusted by his lack of compassion. I posted my upset on my own private page and received an outpouring of love and support from my friends and family.
This incident is hanging like a dark cloud over me. Since my son, Brendan, died on September 5, 2015 I have been speaking out. Speaking on behalf of my dead son, my grieving teenage daughter, my heartbroken husband, and my own piercing pain. Speaking, writing articles, giving seminars, teaching classes . . . I have allowed my privacy to be invaded in a way that, as a fiercely private person, was a painstakingly difficult decision. I have opened the window to my soul, placed my grief stricken heart on display for the world – all to help people understand that the “junkie” you judge may be living under your roof without you even knowing. Has anyone been listening? Am I just silently screaming?
I read a quote online some time ago “The Devil is real. And he is not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. Because Lucifer is a fallen angel and he was God’s favorite.” Oh has this laid fresh at the front of my memory. When I felt God was leaving me behind I turned to the Devil. I still feel him around me – I know Lucifer. Oh yes, I know him well. He invited me to dance and so we Tangoed; I in return offered him my soul; he tricked me and left me behind; he stole my son. Yes, I know that fallen angel all too well.
To all the people that hide behind the cloak of innocence – hold on to that innocence as long as you can. The Devil does not discriminate. Addiction is in every family, every neighborhood, every town, and every age group. Hide while you can because one day you will look up and your life will be forever changed.
October 28, 2014 Lucifer came to my home – snuck in through an unlocked window and forever changed the course of my life. On that day I found out my 16 year old son, my beautiful boy, was addicted to opioids. He stayed clean for almost a year. Brendan James McCurdy, DOB 10-12-98, overdosed and died on September 5, 2015.
My smart, athletic boy is the new face of a “junkie”