There was a drunk, fat , naked guy in my house, and now I talk to my good friends at the Minneapolis police department on a daily basis. My roommate is out of her mind on substances, but she is also a scared, lost , little girl I want to help.
I remember being lost. I never got into the whole drug scene, but I have developed enough other addictions to fill the void within myself. I see her and see myself, who I was, who I could be at any moment if I don't heed warning signs.
How do you help someone without enabling them? Without sending yourself to the dark places to try and find them. So often while we are searching in the darkness in the hopes of helping others, we lose ourselves.
I'm too tired to process this right now. The police will be here early in the morning. Thankfully, the large naked man is gone.
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