08/31/2023
RIP Michael Weeks, October 24, 1993-August 20, 2023. I’m fresh in the field of grief over losing my brother who lost his battle with clinical depression and opioid addiction. I haven’t been able to practice yoga since last week because I am so struck dumb and sadder than I have ever been in my life. In our last conversation in late July, Michael and I talked about how committed we were to breaking the cycle of abuse, neglect, and addiction in our family. I told him I loved him; those were my last words to him. Every time we talked I suggested a yoga pose, a breathing technique, a yoga teacher I knew in Louisville, or for him to go for a walk, or to the gym, or to a dating app: Anything that would help pull him out of what always felt like the deepest well of incurable sadness, over his life not going the way he wanted, not having the parents he wished he’d had, not living in a world that felt safe and supportive to him.
No strategies worked, and he is dead. Today is Overdose Awareness Day. Today is the day for the communities of people struggling with addiction. It’s up to all of us. If you think you’re not in this community, you’re wrong. There are people struggling with this all over, and they are struggling more and more. If someone in your life is working with addiction or any of the mechanisms so closely associated with drug abuse, like PTSD, depression, or anxiety, please reach out to that person today. Let them know you’re there for them. Most of all, if you’re close enough to them or are a parent, or someone who can afford a step like this one, intervene right now and help them get into rehab. The task is Sisyphean, but it is so much more for the person struggling with addiction than it is for you. And strong interventions are the only chance that people struggling with these diseases have. It’s the truth.