…he walked for what seemed like weeks with no resolution and no destination. He looked desperate and defeated as his walk turned into a painful limp. Each new step developed new blisters and broke previous ones.
Exhaustion, thirst, paranoia, hallucinations and absolute delirium sinking in as he sinks to the ground. Taking off his shoes to reveal bloody socks he decides to take those off too.
He sat there on the concrete confused and lost. Forget about what time or day it was, he had no idea what year it was. People were there and all of sudden not, they were like holograms to him. He had no idea where he was, he had currency for more than one country in his pockets and no identification.
As night turned to day he stood up again, shaky, dirty and unsure of where to go. Traffic everywhere now he walks here and he walks there. His paranoia and hallucinations are bending fiction and reality towards each other.
Now he begins to bleed from the head as traffic suddenly stops!
Walking to a nearby overpass seemed like a natural next step. Walking back and forth all the while looking over, a very long way down. What would surly be his last act he leaned over to get a better look at the morbid bed that await below. The self inflicted pain and suffering would be over in one last selfish act.
That’s when the Police saved his life. That’s when strangers brought him back to life. That’s when new friends stayed by his bed side day and night. That’s when his story became mine.
My story almost ended with a flat line.
I had to almost die for me to finally live. It could’ve ended but it didn’t and their is a reason for that. If I can save one person from the disease of addiction then I have met my purpose in this life.
You are worthy of life. Whatever you are struggling with, please know that help is out there for you if you seek it.