It makes me so angry when people say that drugs aren't hurting anyone. It's always the addict, bleary-eyed and incoherent, stubbornly defending their "lifestyle" choices and defying anyone to contradict their God-given right to the pursuit of happiness.
Drugs put my brother in a mental hospital. Twice. They irreparably damaged his brain. Drugs put my uncle in prison, with a restraining order from his own mother. Drugs killed most of my dad's childhood friends.
This afternoon, drugs took the life of my husband's cousin. Drugs left behind four sweet girls, all under the age of ten. Drugs won their father over years ago, who knows where he is. Drugs made these children into orphans, who will be raised by their grandparents. They are all old enough to remember this. The image of their mother on the bathroom floor will haunt them for the rest of their lives.
Someone please, tell me again just how it is that drugs don't hurt people.