The reality of living life can be so overwhelming that some choose to escape into an alternate universe of their own making that seems to satisfy a need that no one else can explain or understand. Of course I am not an expert in this field of psychology; however, living and observing for 73 years allows me to reveal what I have observed in this field of endeavor.
Some use alcohol, some use drugs, including medications prescribed by a medical professional, while others use their superior knowledge and ability to manipulate, to cope with the competitive nature of the reality of living. It’s not unusual. It’s a fact of life.
As I write this post while sipping a glass of red wine, I contemplate a recent occurrence regarding a friend whose daughter is in a relationship, in fact, married to a drug addict. My friend’s daughter, in trying to assist her husband’s issues, thereby adhering to the vows she committed to in the wedding ceremony, “for better, for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part” has, in fact, descended, into a quagmire of complicated issues that has reduced her own reality of living and loving, which in turn, reflects on the sorrowful concerns of her close relatives and friends.
Remember the Blake Edwards film, “Days of Wine and Roses’ starring the master actor Jack Lemon and the beautiful Lee Remick? In the film, he originally had the alcohol problem, she, in love, accommodated her husband, drinking with him and in the end, he had to leave her to a life of addiction to save himself. What a depressing scenario. I believe this is what is happening to my friend’s daughter. She, committed to her wedding vows, has thereby descended into a world that she is not qualified to control or conquer, may be the loser in the end.
As her mother cries tears of agony and despair, what does one say to her? How can those who love her and her daughter relate to the feelings of despair and helplessness, when we take her in our arms? How can we tell her to leave her daughter to the vagaries of fate as she looks at us with eyes full of hurt and sorrow? Her daughter is missing. The daughter’s husband can be contacted. Dr. Phil can provide no answer.
One glass of wine, then two, maybe a little something stronger to maintain the buzz may be required. Then to sleep, a pill may be needed to settle my mind from my feelings of despair for my friend and her daughter.
The only thing left is prayer for all concerned, including myself, for where does the click come from that tells me that I have had enough?