I’m not sure I will ever understand addiction.
I get eating M&Ms until you’re sick and you swear you’ll never eat another one again. There have been times in my life when I have promised myself to stop something, make better choices, turn things around.
Maybe it’s all the same thing. Maybe I do understand it. I suppose it just depends on your poison and how quickly it kills you. I just can not grasp how a person as talented as Philip Seymour Hoffman turns back to heroine after 23 years. He was clean for all that time, well respected, at the top of his game and then started using again in 2012. Why?
Brilliant, subtle actor with three children and somehow what was in that envelope became more important, more vital to his happiness or stability. I’m not sure, but it feels like such a waste and so very very sad.
I believe the artistic mind is often active, stretching to see things differently. There can be weight and complexities that are difficult to absorb when a person looks too closely. Maybe some people turn to substances for enhancement, depth, or to dull the much observed life. I can not know, but there must be a point at which something that seemed like a good idea turns and becomes an awful burden to bear, in or out of it’s cage.
I understand the need to add weight, depth to your journey, but there’s deep and then there are demons. Perhaps it’s the demons that want more than a dalliance or a quick walk on the crazy side. Maybe it’s the demons, that allow the addiction to lie in wait.
I will miss Mr. Hoffman’s work. Shadows and corners can be scary places. It is heartbreaking when even those with such a beautiful light can not find their way out.
My thoughts from the laundry room. Nightlight, Please.
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I read that he suffered from depression most of his life. For this reason, I understand addiction. Some people turn to drugs and alcohol to relieve the torment in their brain. Just to escape for a little while. Unfortunately, these substances are addictive. He should have sought help in other ways, and maybe he did—that’s the mystery of depression, we think we know ourselves better than anybody else, and sometimes the choices made are bad ones.
beautifully written, and exactly how I feel too.
Thank you. So very sad.
I get so mad when I see the coverage of it in the media too, because it’s all speculation and judgement, which is just mean-spirited. He was a great actor, but most of all he was a man, and he has a family that have to see that. It makes me sad.
They love to build people up and tear them down. It seems to be a sport and there is no regard to the “human” part of actors or anyone in the media for that matter. Unless it’s some cheesy puff piece. I can not imagine going through a tragedy and then having to listen to ridiculous people pick it apart. I suppose that is the price of media attention.
Very well put, I will miss his work as well. I was sad to hear of his passing, and I must admit that I had similar thoughts as you… why would he do that? Addiction is a very confusing and fragile topic that not many of us will ever fully understand.
It really is confusing. I realize it happens every day to people not in the public eye, but it’s all so senseless. Thank you for reading and your comments.