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Maisha Tanzim Rahman
by on January 16, 2019
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 Today, I want to share a story. Nothing special or anything great. Just a story that unfolded into reality in front of my own eyes.

40 days back, a mother lost her only son to the claws of addiction. Her tears are bleeding profusely as there is a continuous stab to her heart. None of us can compensate for this loss but somehow it is hard for me to gasp that we, as humans or maybe as a society are completely innocent of any guilt. The life that held so much talent, so,much compassion is now shredding tears amidst the cold-pressed grave. He had bright future prospects and a heart for all. But addiction is a killer. A silent one. A rogue one. The sweet smile stolen and replaced with bitterness on his face. Anger and frustration embedded with the spike of hormones and physical pain. Unemployment and financial crisis. Lack of acceptance and appreciation. His life is just an example of how life takes a toll on the dejected people of society. How the toll, in the end, robs their lives.He breathed his last in his sleep. Without causing any trouble. Alone and lost. How? We do not know. Did he commit suicide? Or by overdose under the influence of desire. We will never know. The morning brought death with it.It made me wonder how many mornings come bringing the shroud of grief to numerous such families. We do not read or hear their stories. Maybe,we need to listen.

Substance abuse is a curse on the society, something which cannot be completely erased from the face of the earth.Somehow we brought it down upon us and now the consequences are on an exponential curve to be dealt with.However, what bothers me most is the ease with which we shift the blame on the user and his family.How instead of backing up the situation; we tend to ruin it.More often than not,it is the victims to such preys,who are criminalized and looked down by everybody. They are rejected and kept under the feet till they suffocate and let go of their breath. Yes, they have an aggressive and abusive behavior so we impose restrictions on them. Ban them and carry out arrest sprees, while some are transported to the other world through shoot-outs. They are considered a burden. So removing their existence is the apparent solution.

Drug Abuse is a disease.A disease that needs a cure.Some may point rehabilitation services to exist. But how far do these centers create an impact on the lost mind? According to studies, lack of willpower and self-loathing often prevent the possibility of recovery.In such situations, mental support is the most important aspect. Somebody who looks out for you or gives a reason of survival may inhibit the results of the rehabilitation process in the long run.Tanvir* shares his story. From political intervention to drug addiction, he was on the verge of his lifeline. But, luckily for him, help was near home. His father, after his recuperation, provided him shelter from, protected him from the glare of society, fought for him and loved him even more. He is now completing his MBA from a reputed public university. This is the experience of a former substance user,a victim. If his life can take such a drastic turn, there might still be a possibility of hope.

Like cancer cells cause mutation in surrounding healthy cells, drug intake affects every cell and part of our body. Like we take chemotherapy and counseling in an attempt to heal our physical and mental health, we should be taught to seek help when suffering from such disease. Instead of locking them down to avoid shame, we should keep an option to discuss such matters and spread awareness. I may have lost my brother, and some may retort my response being sentimental, but the day when somebody goes through this, they will be related to the clarity that I am writing with now. Though I pray, nobody goes through this in their lifetime.

Posted in: Family & Home
Topics: drug, addiction