#The Struggle Is Real

The other day we attended a charity bowling fundraiser. It was a great event and raised significant money for an addictions recovery centre. The organizers of the event, friends of ours, created the fundraiser in memory of their son. The profound loss of a son, prompted the parents to action. An action which will save lives.

Last month we attended the dedication on the site of the addictions recovery centre. What seemed like a no brainer to my sweetie and I and thousands of others turned into a drag them out battle. A battle that didn’t have to be. A battle born out of ignorance and misinformation.

Finally all the rezoning and formalities are all done. The rebuild can begin in many ways. The building will be transformed, the community will heal and lives will be saved.

Hearing stories of lives torn apart by addiction and mental illness. These stories are heart wrenching. My friend’s story is no different. The underlying theme is that the people in need of help were reaching out to be helped to be saved. The resources of help are not readily available. Lists are long as demand is high. The crisis is real and not going away.

Mental health and addictions can go hand in hand. No one is immune. Anyone can become an addict, anyone can develop a mental health issue. Depression is a flaw in chemistry, not in character.

It’s simple be kind, be supportive, be respectful. Everyone has a story. My friends are two of the most courageous people I know. They have chosen to honor their son by working to prevent others from not having to go through what they experience.

Depression is a bitch. It kicks us in the ass when we are down and kicks us in the ass when we are up.
Everyday is a struggle. It is not to be trivialized.