We are discussing here Since Philip Seymour Hoffman’s body was discovered on Groundhog Day, 2014, I’ve pondered whether to write down about it. What am I able to increase the flood of coverage? Maybe nothing, but here goes. Dying to Get High.
Let’s stop being ignorant about drugs and alcoholism. We once began a well-meaning, but painfully naive, campaign to only SAY NO to drugs. Perhaps at some point, a high-profile drug death will force us to only SAY NO to our collective ignorance of addiction. Addiction is a disease, plain, and straightforward.
Philip Seymour Hoffman was an excellent
Many folks consider the famous and talented has had something we do not, a foothold that we’d like to have. this is often largely true. Addiction, it seems, is that the great equalizer.
That Philip Seymour Hoffman was an excellent actor is undeniable, so, too, it seems is that the incontrovertible fact that he was a junkie. Being an excellent actor may be a mark of distinction. Being a lover isn’t. The addict is sort of a character from a Tom Clancy novel, operating within the shadows, Hoffman gave many fine performances as an actor. His skills are now a footnote to his life. He is going to be largely remembered for a way he died, not how he lived. For all its trappings, this is often one element of the worth of success. Anonymity is gone. Fame–or infamy–takes its place. Dying to Get High.
The addict’s death is an unsightly death
Hoffman isn’t afforded the vague obituary of the common addict. you recognize a number of these people. Their obituaries say they died “suddenly” or “unexpectedly” or after a “brief illness.” Perhaps they died of “heart failure,” another common euphemism for overdosing or drinking oneself to death. There are not any requests to support cancer research or hospice care in lieu of flowers. they’re relegated to an equivalent sort of amorphous remembrances as suicide victims.
Hoffman died like most addicts–alone. By all accounts, he had been clean for over 20 years, only to relapse within the past few years. It took him 20 years to create his enviable career. It took his addiction but two years to kill him. If you’re conversant in addiction, you’ve seen this same story play out before. no matter how glamorous one’s life may are, this death isn’t. Dying to Get High.
The addict’s death is an unsightly death. Google Chris Farley’s name and one among the pictures you will see is his body after his overdose death. Ugly could be a light word.
Hoffman died like most addicts–alone
The chances are that each person reading this knows a lover. Perhaps you’re one yourself. If so, you recognize the facility of the addiction. Maybe you’re one among those for whom addiction may be a sign of weakness or poor morals.
Some folks-very, very few–can answer “No” to all or any of these questions. If so, you’ve got avoided the danger of setting off your addiction. If you answered “Yes” to any of these, you’re simply one among the overwhelming majority folks.
The great puzzlement of addiction is that the majority of people–indeed, the overwhelming majority–can do all of the above without becoming a lover. Life for a lover is different.
The simplest (and best) explanation I’ve ever heard for why we drink or take drugs is this: We just like the effect. That’s hard to admit for tons folks. we would like to think we are wine connoisseurs or that we “experiment.” the reality is blunter: We just like the effect.
Dying to Get High
The addict likes the effect, too. His world, though, is different. He obsesses about the effect. When he consumes a drink or his drug of choice, he likes the effect, on the other hand, craves more. In his last days, he can’t quite get the specified effect. More is best but never quite enough.
I am certain that the majority of people reading this cannot relate. you’ll have a drink or two at dinner and think “I better hamper. I’m beginning to feel this.” Maybe you smoke a joint to relax. For the addict, that drink or joint lights the fuse. His response is “I’m beginning to feel this. I want more.” As F. Scott Fitzgerald said “First you’re taking a drink. Then the drink takes a drink. Then the drink takes you.”
Actors, athletes, politicians–the lists are practically endless
These are the addicts we all know about. Consider all those we do not. They include your friends, neighbors, and even family. Maybe you, too.
Like other diseases, addiction doesn’t discriminate. The rich and poor; black and white; male and female; young and old–addiction throws a broad net. The addicts I’ve known include doctors, lawyers, accountants, realtors, salesmen, ministers, carpenters, brick masons, electricians, janitors, politicians, housewives, and lots of others. Money, success, failure, poverty–none of this matters.
There is excellent news
You may be of the stripe who say “Lock ’em, up!” While I disagree, I understand the sentiment. it’s more comforting to think we will hide it. watching it’s tough. there’s shame in it. And fear. We’ve stuffed our prisons full, yet our friends and neighbors still die.
There is excellent news, though, among all this sorrow–and it’s sorrow, by the way, destroying the lives of the addicts and every one those that care about them. Addiction is treatable. Make no mistake here–it isn’t curable. The clean addict or sober drunk is one drug or drink faraway from disaster. Ongoing, effective treatment can and can prevent that. Our attitude toward addiction remains an excellent obstacle.