Originally Posted by giallo
You really have no idea, do you?
Look, I hate what's happening to North American cities, and I'm especially discouraged to see what's happening in Vancouver. It's depressing walking by dozens of mentally ill and addicted people, who need real help, on a daily basis. It's demoralizing to not know if there's any real plan by the province or feds to address this. It should be nightly news with politicians addressing it daily, but it isn't. It sucks to have an addict passed out on my stoop at 9am as I'm going to work. It's embarrassing that my wife doesn't feel comfortable to walk from Commercial/Broadway station alone at night. And it's only going to get worse until we reach some kind of breaking point. But if you think people are just "choosing" this lifestyle, and it's all fun and games, you're sorely mistaken, and obviously don't know anyone that's going through it.
It's a living hell. A hell that doesn't loosen its grasp. One where your only choice is to get a fix, so you don't feel like dying, or don't get it, and go into severe withdrawal.
One of my best friends is down there. He's smart, came from a supportive family, and truly had the world at his fingertips, except that between the ages of 3 -7, he was molested by a member of his family. It's something he's never been able to deal with, and he started to self-medicate during his teenage years. He started off like the rest of us; a few beers and some weed, but he always took it to the next level. He had to get wasted. It wasn't enough just to get buzzed. My friends and I always thought, "He's the party guy. He just likes to get wasted and party." We had no idea the anxiety, panic attacks and depression he was going through back then.
Fast forward to 2015, he started using prescription drugs to deal with the anxiety. He was doing it in secret, and didn't want any of us to know. By 2017, he was a full blown needle user, but still trying to keep it under wraps. We were all well aware of what was happening by this time - as was his family.
In the end, he's been to multiple drug rehabs, but none of them have worked. His parents and grandfather have cut him off completely. They felt that anything they gave him was just contributing to his slow demise, and hoped that by not giving him any money, he'll finally hit a point where he hits absolute rock bottom, has some kind of epiphany, and can finally get clean. It hasn't happened.
I had just got my apartment in Vancouver a few months ago, and he immediately started messaging me, asking if he could crash there. He had been attacked at his SRO, so he and his girlfriend were sleeping on the streets in the DTES. I said no. I had no idea what kind of shape he was in, who his girlfriend was, and I had my wife arriving in two days. It was tough to deny him a roof over his head, but he's such a junkie, he'd absolutely do drugs in my house, despite promising not to. He's done it before.
I have no idea how he'll get the strength to turn his life around. He's burnt every bridge, and lost all self-confidence. He has a terrible impression of himself, and feels like an absolute failure. It's tragic seeing what my friend has become.
Now repeat this story by the thousands, and you'll start to get an idea of what's going on. Mostly good people in a terrible situation.
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