To My Friends With Addiction: My Empathy Is Waning


If there is one thing I’ve been known for my whole life, outside of being “smart,” it’s being kind, empathetic, & a good listener. Well, let me just say that the last week has been a real test on all of those characteristics that I am indeed quite proud to be known for. Why, you may ask?

Well, as if the world isn’t screwed up enough these days, in the past week I’ve found out about not one, not two, but THREE men from my hometown, all within six years of my age, who have been arrested for sex crimes. And not just any sex crimes but sex crimes against CHILDREN- victims younger than thirteen in some cases!! One of them I did not know at all, another I knew only in passing from school, but the other I worked with many years ago & never once would have suspected he’d commit such an atrocity. There’s really nothing more I can say about this issue because what is there to say in the face of such evil? Words are insufficient.

So, on to the next crap:

As if that news weren’t already sending my brain into whiplash, I also found out about multiple people my age (give or take a couple years) from my hometown being arrested for drugs or being sent to rehab for drugs- AGAIN. I’d be lying if I said any of this truly surprises me. The sad fact is it doesn’t anymore. But because I am constantly seeing the best in others & wishing them well, it never ceases to disappoint me. I have no trouble being empathic with the folks I work with who are struggling with addiction (that includes alcoholism because that is frankly no different or better than illicit drugs in my mind), but I don’t have to see those people outside of work. I don’t know their families. I don’t have to see the pain they’re causing their loved ones (well, maybe a little- but not outside of a professional setting).

But these guys I grew up with who can’t (or won’t) conquer their addictions despite being fathers & husbands? I’m speaking directly to y’all now, even though I’m sure you’ll never read this. The truth is- y’all are testing my empathy. Actually, here’s the full ugly truth. Most of y’all were bullies in school, to me & to others, & I suspect most of y’all are still bullies to this day.  Thus, is there a small part of me that enjoys knowing y’all aren’t exactly living your best lives now? That my mom’s prediction that you’d hit your peak in high school & everything else would be downhill from there appears to be coming true? The truth is yes, there is a small part of me that enjoys seeing karma do her work. BUT that isn’t the full picture.

You see, I am not a bitter person. I could never let anyone who’s hurt me have that much power over me. So the greater part of me (both in size & in virtue) is heartbroken to see that y’all are still falling prey to these addictions. No one self destructs on an island. If that were the case, I’d be a lot less heartbroken over this. But that isn’t how life works. Y’all aren’t just hurting yourselves- you’re hurting your parents, your wives, your ex wives or other women who are the mothers of your children, & most importantly you’re hurting your CHILDREN. And many of your children are old enough to know what’s going on now! They’re not oblivious babies or toddlers. Not that that would make it ok. It’s never ok. But it’s that much worse when they’re old enough to comprehend the situation.

As if that weren’t bad enough, some of y’all are out here preaching family values & Bible verses, worrying about the “LGBTQ agenda,” all while causing God knows how much pain to your families & loved ones thanks to your continued drug use. The hypocrisy is astounding. I don’t want to hear one word about family values from the likes of y’all until you get your own houses in order.

And yes, I know the science behind addiction & how it changes your brain. I know that it does things to your mind & body that I can’t even begin to understand because I’ve never experienced it (my strongest addiction is Diet Pepsi). But I also know that people can & do recover. If Nikki Sixx survived 1987 (& he did & has been sober for decades), you guys can absolutely get it together before it’s too late. But you have to WANT it. I’d love to say you should do it for your wives or your kids, but the truth is you have to do it for YOU. That’s the only way real change happens & actually lasts. The reality is we have sailed right past thirty & are approaching forty. There is no time to lose. I like to think that no one is irredeemable & that it’s never too late to change, but the longer you wait, the more damage you cause– damage you can’t just erase like a poorly done drawing on a blackboard. The truth is you can run headlong into drugs or alcohol like you’ve done for years but you can never escape yourself. As a book I just read said “You are NOT what happened to you. You are what you do next. You turn around, you face it, & you fix it. Or you’ll be running… until the day you die.” (Thank you, Abby Jimenez, for those very wise words!) And sometimes “what happened to you” is the bad choices you’ve made- & maybe those choices were made because of your own trauma. But you still made those choices. Thus you still have to face the consequences.

I’m not really sure why I’m writing this because the guys I’m talking about surely won’t read it. Y’all have always been far too cool to care what I’d think anyway. But maybe someone else who needs to hear this will read it, whether that’s another person struggling with addiction or the loved one of someone doing so. If drugs only hurt the people who used them, what a different world it would be. But they don’t. They tear apart families & friendships, even entire towns. So whether you’re the addict or the loved one of someone who is, remember that quote: “You are NOT what happened to you. You are what you do next. You turn around, you face it, & you fix it. Or you’ll be running… until the day you die.” But you HAVE to take accountability, you have to change your surroundings, you have to make different choices. Or you will always end up in the same miserable places.

I know every town has been blighted by addiction these days. It’s just part of life, as it always has been, though it’s heightened now by the availability of meth & opioids. But I take it a lot more personally when I see it in my hometown. Yes, I know I haven’t lived there since I was a teenager, but that doesn’t mean I stopped caring. That doesn’t mean I stopped wishing people well. The truth is I love nothing better than a good redemption story. I love nothing more than seeing people succeed after facing addiction or other major life obstacles. So as much as I’ll never forget some of the hateful things some of you guys said to me & other folks years ago, as much as I don’t strictly “like” y’all, I’d still love to see y’all succeed. I’d love to see y’all step up & actually live the family values you’re preaching. I want your families to be healed & not have to watch you self destruct over & over again. But YOU have to want that too. No one else, not even your wives & children who love you dearly, can do it for you.

I know I’m writing this to clear my own conscience more than anything else. I’d be lying if I said otherwise. But if by some incredible chance someone who needs to read this actually does, here’s some tough love. GET IT TOGETHER. BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE.

The Real Problem With Aging


Evolve or die. Adapt or get left behind.

Those two lines have swirling around in my mind for months now. I haven’t been quite sure how to broach this subject properly, but I’ve unexpectedly gotten the day off of work (over-staffed instead of under-staffed for once) so I’m going to try to tackle it today. The subject? Aging. Or rather how our society handles it.

Let me preface this by saying that I may be an odd person to write this post seeing as I have been “old at heart” basically my entire life. Even as a child/teen, I was often taken for being older than I was. I was often taken for being older than my sister despite being 1.5 years younger. I also remember being a freshman in college & frequently having other students assume I was a senior. I don’t think any of that had to do with how I LOOKED- rather it was how I behaved. Furthermore, I have always been someone who would prefer a night at home reading a book over a night out “on the town” (e.g. a club, bar, or party). I have never thought this made me an old grump, just an introvert who is very happy with her own company. Neither have I ever been the type of person to really follow trends- be they fashion, music, TV, etc. If something is wildly popular at any given time, I can almost guarantee that I’m following/aware of it only marginally at best. I’ve just never been overly interested in what “everyone else” is doing- probably because early on in my life I learned that “everyone else” is often not interested in me. Or is just boring. All that to say, yes, I’m very happily “old at heart” in many ways & have been for most of my life. But that doesn’t mean I have to be old in every way. Let me explain.

Perhaps it’s because I turned 35 fairly recently, which puts me equally close to 40 as to 30. Perhaps it’s because I can’t find the energy to be bothered by that- rather I just find myself grateful to be healthy & to have already accomplished many of my life goals. (After all, as a nurse I have seen countless people younger than I am who are chronically very ill or who have even died; thus, I’m constantly reminded how good I have it.) Whatever the reason, I’ve been finding myself thinking a lot more about aging lately. And how I don’t like a lot of what I see, even from my own generation. This is probably naivete speaking, but I always thought my generation was going to be the one to not turn into grumpy adults. I thought we’d be the ones who didn’t repeat the mistakes of previous generations. Ha! Yeah, that was dumb, wasn’t it? There are some very legitimate reasons that we Millennials are often grumpy these days- our generation has not had it easy, despite what some Boomers may think. But that’s a whole other post for another day.

Having said that, I’m disappointed, y’all. I really am. I see so many posts & memes on social media these days about “the good old days” of the 90s & early 2000s, & while I can relate to some of them & certainly giggle at some of them, I’m also bothered by the fact that so many of us seem to have already put on the proverbial rose-colored glasses about our childhood/adolescence. Maybe it’s just because I was a nerd, so I didn’t always have the best/easiest childhood experience, but I for one do NOT miss any time before age 18. I just don’t. Are there THINGS about it I miss? Sure, a few- but not a lot. The point is the world was not perfect when we were growing up- it’s NEVER been perfect (& it never will be)- & there is no need to constantly romanticize the past & cover up the problems we had then. Nor it is necessary to gripe about how easy the kids have it now. They actually DON’T have it easy. No generation ever does. The easy thing to do is to be that annoying old(er) person who says “Oh man, these kids don’t know how good they have it. When I was a kid…” Have I said such things myself? Yes, a few times- but I always feel like a fool afterward. The truly mature thing to do is to acknowledge that every generation has its challenges, & there is nothing to be gained by putting down those younger than us. It doesn’t help them. It doesn’t even help us. All it does is scream insecurity with our own lives.

Now I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t have & outright refuse (at least for now) to use TikTok, Twitter, or Snapchat. Same for Alexa or any of those other personal assistant devices people use in their houses. (They are creepy as hell to me.) So maybe I am the old grump who refuses to adapt to the times! But here’s the thing- just because I’m not interested in using a new form of technology doesn’t mean I automatically think it’s garbage. I’m not running around saying “TikTok is ruining humanity!” The main reasons I don’t use these other apps is simply because I don’t need another time-suck. Instagram, Facebook, & YouTube are enough for me. And they’re probably too much as it is, if I’m being really honest. The point is just because something is new or different, I don’t immediately decry it as Satan’s latest & greatest attempt to take down humanity. The reason I don’t is because people have been saying that about EVERY new technology since the beginning of time. And it has NEVER been true. There was a time when people thought electricity was evil (technically some still do). Then it was the radio, then TV, then the internet, etc. The way I see it is technology itself is rarely, if ever, the problem. It’s what we DO with it that matters. That’s where the problems can come into play. WE are the problem, not the technology itself.

Now here’s where it gets really tricky & where I have to ask myself if I’m being a hypocrite. I’m actually a bit nervous to write this part because I’m afraid of who I might offend. But I believe in it strongly enough that I’m going to take the risk. Ok, deep breath, here we go.

I am sick of the anti-aging industry BS & how so many of us have bought into it. It seems to me many of us are more worried about LOOKING old than ACTING old. Now I’ll be the first to admit that I may be part of the problem. Why? Well, you see, I am nominally a Rodan + Fields consultant. I use R+F eye creams on a daily basis to prevent wrinkles, under-eye bags, etc. And I technically sell them. I say technically because I categorically refuse to engage in the vast majority of the tactics I’m “supposed” to do as a consultant- because it just feels wrong to me on many different levels. I have no judgement on those who do those things- especially if being a consultant is their main (or only) source of income. But for me I’m just doing this for the discount on the products I was already using. And if I can sell a little here & there & help people feel more confident in their skin, great! But that’s it.

Anyway, my real concern is with all the lip fillers, Botox, & plastic surgery I’m seeing these days. Now a lot of this is from women on Instagram whom I don’t actually know. But it bothers me just the same because these people are sending a message that this kind of behavior is normal. I’ve asked myself a thousand times why any of this stuff is different than using anti-aging face creams. Maybe it isn’t. But somehow it feels different to me. If my daughter sees me putting on a face cream, I highly doubt she thinks anything much of it. But if she were to see me going to a salon & paying money to have people inject me with chemicals that truly alter my appearance, I have to think that would send a very different message to her. A message that says “Your body isn’t good enough as it is. You need to change it.” And I for one do not EVER want to send that message to my child. Not to mention these lip injections just look ridiculous. These women are walking around looking like they got stung by a bee all the time. Every man I’ve ever spoken to about this has said the same thing- “Looks ridiculous. I hate it.” Now I’m not saying we need to constantly please men with our bodies, but at the same time I have to think that a lot of women are doing this stuff to be more attractive to men. Whether men like it or not is probably irrelevant, but I am definitely concerned about the motivations behind these behaviors because they all scream insecurity to me. The prevailing message these days is “If it makes you happier with your body, just do it!” That’s such a tempting message to give into but I do not think it’s healthy. And I’m not going to stop saying that even if it makes some people uncomfortable.

Now don’t worry, I’m not judging anyone for dying their hair to cover the greys. I’m finding more & more of those myself these days & the temptation to cover them up is definitely there. But I’m also lazy & can’t seem to find the motivation or time to worry about something so trivial. Now I’ll gladly admit that I may feel differently if I were single. But as a happily married woman whose husband couldn’t care less about it, I just can’t seem to bother at this point. As a kid, whenever my mom said she was embracing her greys, I inwardly cringed. I thought “I’ll never care so little for my appearance.” Well, guess what, guys? Now I know why she said that & I totally get it. It had nothing to do with not caring about her appearance. You see, I don’t know about y’all, but I no longer feel the need to be attractive to teenagers or people in their 20’s. What do I care if they think I look old? I AM old, at least in their eyes, by virtue of my age alone. Again, I’m self-aware enough to admit that I might feel differently if I were single at 35. But I’m not.

Now back to the first lines of this post: Evolve or die. Adapt or get left behind. As we get older, it is so easy to stop evolving, stop adapting, to just say “I’ve peaked. This is it.” But that is exactly the kind of “old” attitude we need to reject-THAT is the real problem with aging. We need to stop worrying so much about wrinkles & grey hairs & start worrying about continuing to grow as human beings. LOOKING old isn’t a problem. ACTING old- & by that I mean refusing to learn, grow, or consider the experiences/feelings of those younger/different than you- THAT is a problem. And in that way, no matter how many wrinkles or grey hairs I amass, I for one will forever seek to be YOUNG at heart.

The Seasons of Life


Today I went to the pool for what may very well be the last time this summer. I’m still calling it summer because technically it is & since I’m no longer in school I never feel like it’s truly fall until late September when the weather actually begins to cool down & the leaves start to change colors (although as I discovered last year the leaves in Raleigh don’t really start changing till October). There is always a part of me that feels sad whenever I go swimming for the last time each summer. As a kid I thought swimming was the ultimate thing to do in the summer & I just couldn’t stand to be around a lake or pool or any body of water & not be in it as much as possible. I’ll admit that as an adult most of my time spent at the pool is now spent reading BY the pool, not actually in the water, but I always make time to get in the water at least a little while to cool off & just enjoy the feeling of the water around me. It really is a magical feeling that brings back a lot of good childhood memories.

Fall leaves at RU, October 2009

Fall leaves at RU, October 2009

I love all four seasons of the year, each one for different reasons. But if I had to choose I would say fall is my favorite, especially now that I’m out of school & can really enjoy fall for all the fun things it brings instead of just associating it with the beginning of another school year. (Not that I hated school, in fact in many ways I loved it & miss it dearly, but nonetheless I do feel like I enjoy fall more now that I’m out of school.) I’ve often heard people say they would love to live in Florida or Southern California or some place like that where it feels like spring & summer all year. Even as a kid I never thought that sounded too spectacular because I have always loved all four seasons & can’t imagine life without them. To me the seasons have so much to teach us about the seasons of life & the good & bad things that each of those seasons brings.

One of the things that has made life after college somewhat confusing for me is that I no longer really feel like I have something specific that I’m working toward. I’ve always been a very goal-oriented person so being in school was very good for me because I always felt like I had something to work toward. I could focus on small goals like acing my math test at the end of the week or larger goals like graduating from college & starting my nursing career. Either way I always felt like I had an end-goal in mind. In a way the freedom of no longer being in school is fabulous & I obviously really enjoy it because I’m no longer in a rush to go back to school like I always thought I would be. Yet at the same time I often feel like I’m just drifting around, not sure on what to focus my enthusiasm & hopes for the future.

What I am slowly learning though is that drifting isn’t so bad. There is nothing wrong with having goals in life; indeed I’m a big believer in having goals because in aiming to achieve them we so often push ourselves to bigger & better things than we ever imagined. However, I am also learning that it’s ok to just relax & enjoy the seasons of life as they come. As a kid I was always in such a hurry to grow up. I just wanted to be an adult so I could have the freedom & respect that adulthood provides. I am very happy to say that adulthood hasn’t disappointed me yet & I’ve never once looked back on childhood with any real nostalgia. If that sounds depressing, I promise you it isn’t. What I find depressing is the people who look back on high school as “the good old days.” That just screams to me that they are disappointed with their current life. I don’t ever want to look back on any part of my life as the best time. I want every season of my life to be the best season, & I truly believe it can be if I continue to strive to enjoy every moment of my life as it comes without focusing too much on the past or on the future. I’ve read a lot of books (fiction) & seen a lot of movies whose message is to “live in the moment” & I am slowly learning how important that really is. It is of course necessary to remember the past so that we can learn from ours & others’ mistakes. And it’s also necessary to have a plan in place for the future. For example, the only reason I have a good career, a wonderful husband, & a house at a fairly young age is because as a teenager I thought ahead to the kind of future I wanted & made good decisions so I could get there.

However, in a world that feels rushed 24/7, I find it increasingly important to focus on enjoying every season of life as it comes. By season I mean both the literal seasons of winter, spring, summer, & fall as well as the metaphorical seasons of college, young adulthood, parenthood, etc. It’s so easy for me as a young married woman with a good career to feel like I have to think ahead to becoming a mom or going back to school or just achieving “the next big thing” in life. There is of course nothing wrong with any of those things, but I am learning to find peace in just enjoying this stage of my life. I am also learning that the more I truly enjoy each stage of life as it comes I the less I look back on the past with regret. Yes, I miss college quite often, mostly because I miss seeing my friends on a daily basis, but I also realize that I’m a different person now & that stage of life no longer suits me. I enjoyed my college days to the fullest & thus I can look back on them with a smile knowing I have no regrets.

I’ve been seeing lots of posts on Facebook this week from people who can’t wait for fall to really get here. But today I’ve decided to enjoy the last few days or weeks of summer & when fall gets here I’ll greet it with loving arms. But until then I’m going to bask in the glorious sunshine. So often I also see my friends posting on Facebook about going back to school or having babies, & I sometimes feel the need to “catch up” lest I should “fall behind” in life. And as some of you may know I have been thinking a lot about becoming a mom lately, not any time soon but in the next couple of years. This is a huge step for me since just a year or two ago I was quite convinced I would never want to have children. But for right now I’ve decided to just enjoy this stage of life to the fullest while it lasts. When else in my life am I ever going to have the freedoms that I have right now coupled with the enthusiasm & energy of youth? The answer is never. Someday I’ll be a mom & someday I’ll go back to school, but I think I’ll enjoy both all the more because I didn’t rush into them.

So my challenge to you today is to enjoy whatever stage of life in you’re in right now. When you find yourself saying “I just can’t wait for this or that to happen,” take a deep breath & remember that just like the seasons of the year, no season of life lasts forever & they all have their own unique treasures.