Just fucking stop it!

It really is that simple. Let me explain.

What does it mean to be an addict? It means you have an uncontrollable urge to do or use something—an urge you’ve built, step by step, through repeated thoughts, actions, and experiences. You didn’t just wake up one day shackled to this addiction—you forged those chains yourself.

You are sick. Truly, you are—for thinking it’s okay to waste 1, 5, 10, 12, even 18 years repeating the same destructive cycle. Snorting lines, drowning in bottles, staring at screens—numbing yourself while life passes by. What the fuck is wrong with you? Every day you wake up is a miracle. Do you even realize how many people would kill for the chance you’re throwing away?

There are patients hooked up to dialysis machines four days a week, five hours at a time, just to stay alive—because their kidneys are done. Some of them made bad choices, some just got unlucky, but they fight every damn day. Meanwhile, you’re willingly destroying yourself. Congratulations, you just earned yourself a pair of dead kidneys. Or maybe your brain has shrunk to the size of a peanut because you’re too damn stubborn to admit how drugs have rotted your life from the inside out. “Drugs feel good”? Fucking idiots.

The worst part? This sickness is everywhere. It’s unchecked, unquarantined. And we see it.

And when you say you can’t stop—or worse, that you won’t stop—don’t blame anyone but yourself. Don’t get angry when we don’t give you the sympathy you think you deserve. Don’t act shocked when your family pulls away. We are protecting ourselves because we see you digging your own grave, and we refuse to jump in with you.

So, stop. Just fucking stop.