As a dedicated mom, I was the one volunteering for the PTO, coordinating carpools, and leading Brownie troops. Our family enjoyed meals together, instilled good manners in our kids, and took memorable vacations. My husband and I were fortunate to have stable jobs, and our daughter, Lily, was the shining star in our lives—an honor roll student who volunteered and excelled in sports. Then, everything changed.
I had a narrow view of what a drug addict looked like. I pictured individuals strung out in alleys, criminals, or the stereotypical hippies of past decades—those who came from troubled backgrounds. I never imagined I would find my daughter in such a situation.
Looking back, I am deeply ashamed of my former thoughts. I had little understanding of addiction; my impressions were shaped by media portrayals. We lived in a suburban bubble where such issues seemed nonexistent. How wrong I was.
Addiction can take many forms. It can be the star athlete who gets injured and is prescribed painkillers, only to spiral into dependency. It can be the neighbor who drives to the pharmacy to refill her prescriptions far too soon. It can be the babysitter who avoids alcohol at a party but succumbs to pills instead. It can be a veteran suffering from PTSD or a corporate worker grappling with stress. Even a senior citizen recovering from surgery can unknowingly become reliant on narcotics. And yes, it can be my daughter.
This crisis affects every corner of our communities. No one is exempt—addiction knows no boundaries of class, race, age, or profession. If you believe it could never touch your life or your loved ones, you must reconsider. It’s happening around you, often hidden from view. Many individuals suffering from addiction isolate themselves, overwhelmed by shame and fear, making it difficult to seek help.
Compassion is essential. Just recently, while heading to my car, I saw a man sitting alone. Instead of walking by, I approached and asked if I could join him. We spoke for over an hour. He was a former Marine who had become addicted to prescription painkillers after an injury. He never intended to use heroin, but the cost of pills drove him to seek relief elsewhere. My heart broke for him. I offered my support, and he called me two days later, ready for help. He’s currently in a six-month recovery program, finding new hope for the future.
As a community, we must unite. These aren’t just “junkies” or strangers; they are our friends, neighbors, family members—people who need our support. The next time you encounter someone in need, don’t look away. Extend a hand instead. It could be your own child in that situation, feeling lost and ashamed.
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In summary, addiction is a pressing issue that can affect anyone—don’t ignore its presence in society. Be proactive in showing compassion and support for those who are struggling.