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My life with an addict: ‘I did what everyone says not to – I gave up on hope’


by IMAGE
19th Nov 2022
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It is a pep talk for the disheartened. They tell you to never stop believing, as they cheerlead your cause and rally behind your problem. But what happens when the continuum of hope starts to ravage. What happens if all you are doing is perpetuating the problem? Here's why one person felt that love just wasn't enough anymore.

‘I have spend the last ten years in a permanent state of hope. An unwavering hum of hope that a loved one would change. I woke up, I hoped. I went to bed, I hoped. I lit candles, I sat by bedsides holding hands, I laser-focused my entire being hoping that I could love this person back from the brink of addiction. ‘I can save them,’ I vowed with a heady determination – ‘I’ll never...

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