My heart aches for you. I watched my own daughter, before she died in a car crash, disappear into the oblivion of opioid addiction. May the entire Sackler family and all who others who contributed to the opioid crisis burn in hell forever.
There's something missing from your eulogy, but that's not on you. You've struck a chord that's familiar to most people, though not always in a major key. Pretty much everything on this planet makes sense when we have all the information, and clearly there was at least one significant thing that you or your friends didn't know. It could be biology, or it could come from a history she would fight to the death to keep secret...and in fact it appears she did. It's part of a dirty trick, I think, about the nature of humans; that some can care SO much about someone who for whatever reason absolutely cannot allow us in. I think you've done all your readers a service, articulating what you're going through in a real, raw sense. Sometimes the best we can do, just isn't good enough.
I was also in Rose’s shoes. In my late 40s I got into some bad drugs. I lost my great job at the courthouse, and cried for days. I was afraid to go to bed at night, and I didn’t want to wake up in the morning. I had definitely reached my bottom. I was in such a state of desperation.
I did make it out. I always tell people that I was saved by AA, God, and therapy. I think it’s mainly so sad that we think we have no worth and that we are unlovable. That pain generally comes from trauma as a young child. I had drunk my way through 30 years and then switched to drugs. I was looking to belong and be loved.
I am now 71 years old. And I keep working, with help, to feel my worth and hoping that before I die, someone will love and adore me. Now I just do the best I can at life, looking forward and sometimes looking back, only if that examination would help me today.
Thank you for sharing such a deeply personal and heartbreaking story. I remember hitting rock bottom and quitting drinking cold turkey, it was not an easy Journey. But forgetting my at the time 4-year-old granddaughter's birthday was the last straw. I was sick and tired of being sick and tired so I changed it. That was 14 years ago and I'll never look back. I very well could have ended up where your friend has or even worse, dead. I know that I caused my family so much heartache and heartbreak, but think all the higher Powers if you believe in such that I came through and have a wonderful life now. Again, thank you for sharing your pain, and just know that we're all here to support you.
I am so very, very sorry! I watched a dear friend of mine who was a recovering alcoholic, hook up with a non- recovering alcoholic and go down with him. She finally dumped him, but it was way, way too late. The pain of watching a train wreck that you cannot stop is overwhelming. I have no words...
My dad told me to do EVERYTHING I could do. And then stop. Once you know that you’ve acted, advocated, supported, cried and done it all there comes a peace in your body and soul. Then, there’s nothing more to be done. A person keeps their soul, their spirit silent so you can rest.
You’ve done EVERYTHING, now rest. I hope peace will come to you.
Your writing is always excellent. Thank you for sharing. It made me think of all the friends I've seen go down that same path; some returned, others are gone, but they all helped me find a better way to live. I'm sorry you even have such a loss to mourn, so my heart goes out to you with this. Take good care of yourself and remember the grace that keeps showing up.
Thank you for sharing that, Nancy - it's work to write, harder even than when our words are used as a weapon. I hope you feel some peace having 'spoken' it. You should <3
I'm really sorry you lost your friend that way. My dad was an alcoholic. Funtioning. Until he wasn't. He tried rehab a number of times, but it didn't help. He eventually had a one car accident, after apparently drinking. He was 58. Been 28 years.
Thank you for writing this Nancy, even if it was painful. You are more to us than ( damn good) a political satirist. I appreciate that part of you too. I'm sorry for your lost friendship and her daughter.
I’m so sorry. This story resonates with me. My bf from first grade died at 50 from alcoholism, but I lost her decades before that. Still grieving that friend who knew me when…
My heart aches for you. I watched my own daughter, before she died in a car crash, disappear into the oblivion of opioid addiction. May the entire Sackler family and all who others who contributed to the opioid crisis burn in hell forever.
There's something missing from your eulogy, but that's not on you. You've struck a chord that's familiar to most people, though not always in a major key. Pretty much everything on this planet makes sense when we have all the information, and clearly there was at least one significant thing that you or your friends didn't know. It could be biology, or it could come from a history she would fight to the death to keep secret...and in fact it appears she did. It's part of a dirty trick, I think, about the nature of humans; that some can care SO much about someone who for whatever reason absolutely cannot allow us in. I think you've done all your readers a service, articulating what you're going through in a real, raw sense. Sometimes the best we can do, just isn't good enough.
I’m so sorry, Nancy. My heart hurts for you.
I was also in Rose’s shoes. In my late 40s I got into some bad drugs. I lost my great job at the courthouse, and cried for days. I was afraid to go to bed at night, and I didn’t want to wake up in the morning. I had definitely reached my bottom. I was in such a state of desperation.
I did make it out. I always tell people that I was saved by AA, God, and therapy. I think it’s mainly so sad that we think we have no worth and that we are unlovable. That pain generally comes from trauma as a young child. I had drunk my way through 30 years and then switched to drugs. I was looking to belong and be loved.
I am now 71 years old. And I keep working, with help, to feel my worth and hoping that before I die, someone will love and adore me. Now I just do the best I can at life, looking forward and sometimes looking back, only if that examination would help me today.
Life is hard.
Thank you for sharing such a deeply personal and heartbreaking story. I remember hitting rock bottom and quitting drinking cold turkey, it was not an easy Journey. But forgetting my at the time 4-year-old granddaughter's birthday was the last straw. I was sick and tired of being sick and tired so I changed it. That was 14 years ago and I'll never look back. I very well could have ended up where your friend has or even worse, dead. I know that I caused my family so much heartache and heartbreak, but think all the higher Powers if you believe in such that I came through and have a wonderful life now. Again, thank you for sharing your pain, and just know that we're all here to support you.
I am so very, very sorry! I watched a dear friend of mine who was a recovering alcoholic, hook up with a non- recovering alcoholic and go down with him. She finally dumped him, but it was way, way too late. The pain of watching a train wreck that you cannot stop is overwhelming. I have no words...
My dad told me to do EVERYTHING I could do. And then stop. Once you know that you’ve acted, advocated, supported, cried and done it all there comes a peace in your body and soul. Then, there’s nothing more to be done. A person keeps their soul, their spirit silent so you can rest.
You’ve done EVERYTHING, now rest. I hope peace will come to you.
Your writing is always excellent. Thank you for sharing. It made me think of all the friends I've seen go down that same path; some returned, others are gone, but they all helped me find a better way to live. I'm sorry you even have such a loss to mourn, so my heart goes out to you with this. Take good care of yourself and remember the grace that keeps showing up.
Thank you for sharing that, Nancy - it's work to write, harder even than when our words are used as a weapon. I hope you feel some peace having 'spoken' it. You should <3
I'm really sorry you lost your friend that way. My dad was an alcoholic. Funtioning. Until he wasn't. He tried rehab a number of times, but it didn't help. He eventually had a one car accident, after apparently drinking. He was 58. Been 28 years.
Thank you. It must have been challenging to put this into words.
Crying with you. Thank you for sharing your grief with us. I’ll think good thoughts for Rose and I hope you will continue to be her auntie.
Likewise, I’m so sorry this is happening, Nancy. I hope you find peace in the midst of this tragedy. Love from us kittens ❤️🩹
Thank you for writing this Nancy, even if it was painful. You are more to us than ( damn good) a political satirist. I appreciate that part of you too. I'm sorry for your lost friendship and her daughter.
I’m so sorry for your loss and all who love her. I hope her daughter is ok . What a sad story 😞
Listen to a song called Funeral by Zoe Clark. Might help the processing to know you're not alone with what you feel.
Bearing witness and sending love. I realized as I typed that that I meant I was doing that, but you are too in what you wrote.
I’m so sorry. This story resonates with me. My bf from first grade died at 50 from alcoholism, but I lost her decades before that. Still grieving that friend who knew me when…