Sharing Makes It Easier To Deal
Peter Steele's sister Cathy shares a bit of herself ...
Even though I felt she was not going to make it, it was still a shock that Amy Winehouse died. It was the same shock I felt when my brother Pete died.
I had not heard a voice that sounded like that since I can remember.
She started at the top of her career with that voice. So many voices all in one.
It is so sad how Amy's life turned out, another tragedy in such a short period.
All you need is the predilection, that one tastes, or the soul sickness to become captured in addiction. I am sure Amy and others with this disease did not start their life aspirations by saying “I want to be an alcoholic or drug addict when I grow up".
Addiction is a horrible, horrible disease. It ravages and takes the souls, minds, emotions, and the spirits of the individuals and has already taken so many creative, inspirational, vulnerable people who succumbed. Diseases of addiction have minds of their own. I know, I have heard it say, "drink it ... snort it ... smoke it" many, many times.
Recidivisms rate is about 95% with alcoholism and drugs.
Other forms of addiction (money, sex, people, food, love) are a little more successful in helping the recovering individual. Recovery depends on how willing you are to surrender and realizing that you are living to die and dying to live, at the same time.
Some of us know from our own personal experiences what it is like for them and what it is does to us.
To say the least it is torture every day for them and for us...heartbreak and despair.
There are no words to describe what you see and feel for the person you love so much tangled in their own inevitable destruction.
I know in my heart that those around her did not just stand there and watch her decay right before their eyes. Moreover, out of shame and embarrassment she said or did much to push them all away.
I have been on both sides of this deadly disease: twice-in rehabs for multiple addictions (a garbage head) and for other demons like depression, anxiety, self-loath, suicidal ideations and attempts. Finally and fortunately after 33 years of messing around, through rehabs (yea I screamed “I don’t want to go to rehab, I say no, no, no!”), 12 step meetings and getting out of my own way, I’m lucky to be alive for the last 19 years.
My heart and my soul go out to Amy’s family, friends, and fans like me.
I am sorry Amy did not have the same fortune and divine intervention as I did.
I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest in empathy of her despair and for our loss of her from our world!
There is a special place in the universe for people with gifts such as Amy’s and she will never be forgotten.
I wish that Amy were here still to share more of her life with us and show us more of what she can do.
My hope is that Amy finds my brother Pete.
Bet is they would have a lot to say to each other.
Even though I felt she was not going to make it, it was still a shock that Amy Winehouse died. It was the same shock I felt when my brother Pete died.
I had not heard a voice that sounded like that since I can remember.
She started at the top of her career with that voice. So many voices all in one.
It is so sad how Amy's life turned out, another tragedy in such a short period.
All you need is the predilection, that one tastes, or the soul sickness to become captured in addiction. I am sure Amy and others with this disease did not start their life aspirations by saying “I want to be an alcoholic or drug addict when I grow up".
Addiction is a horrible, horrible disease. It ravages and takes the souls, minds, emotions, and the spirits of the individuals and has already taken so many creative, inspirational, vulnerable people who succumbed. Diseases of addiction have minds of their own. I know, I have heard it say, "drink it ... snort it ... smoke it" many, many times.
Recidivisms rate is about 95% with alcoholism and drugs.
Other forms of addiction (money, sex, people, food, love) are a little more successful in helping the recovering individual. Recovery depends on how willing you are to surrender and realizing that you are living to die and dying to live, at the same time.
Some of us know from our own personal experiences what it is like for them and what it is does to us.
To say the least it is torture every day for them and for us...heartbreak and despair.
There are no words to describe what you see and feel for the person you love so much tangled in their own inevitable destruction.
I know in my heart that those around her did not just stand there and watch her decay right before their eyes. Moreover, out of shame and embarrassment she said or did much to push them all away.
I have been on both sides of this deadly disease: twice-in rehabs for multiple addictions (a garbage head) and for other demons like depression, anxiety, self-loath, suicidal ideations and attempts. Finally and fortunately after 33 years of messing around, through rehabs (yea I screamed “I don’t want to go to rehab, I say no, no, no!”), 12 step meetings and getting out of my own way, I’m lucky to be alive for the last 19 years.
My heart and my soul go out to Amy’s family, friends, and fans like me.
I am sorry Amy did not have the same fortune and divine intervention as I did.
I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest in empathy of her despair and for our loss of her from our world!
There is a special place in the universe for people with gifts such as Amy’s and she will never be forgotten.
I wish that Amy were here still to share more of her life with us and show us more of what she can do.
My hope is that Amy finds my brother Pete.
Bet is they would have a lot to say to each other.