My brother has an addiction to Heroin, stupid destructive women that follow suit and support his habit, and who knows whatever else.
I’ve only heard disconcerting things about people addicted to this drug…
….and that they really can’t ever be helped unless they want to help themselves.
And right now, he shows signs that he feels that he has no real purpose in life, so really just wants to burst into flames rather than burn out.
[An interesting male trait/trend, I’m come to find]
His fate is not written in stone.
I do not believe in fate.
I do not want my brother to perish this way.
It is not impossible, it’s all a matter of just…figuring out what to do, one step at a time.
The problem is me and my brother haven’t been close for very many years, and whenever I’ve attempted to come forward sincerely and help him, he’s never taken me seriously, and pushed me away.
That mixed with my own personal demons don’t mix too well.
There has to be something I can do…
Something.
Ever since I heard our own father claim that he’d rather have his OWN SON sign up for a military, and die in a war, so that he’d have a more respectable, honorable death….I’ve been determined to find an answer.
It broke my heart to hear him say such a thing.
My brother is better than this, and has much potential, especially in the field of 3-D art….sculpting, but nothing matters to him right now, except achieving that malignant, short-lived high.
