I watched a programme last night called ‘Rain in my Heart’ that followed the lives of 4 alcoholics being treated under the NHS. This wasn’t a shock doc about how bad the NHS is or how terrible alcoholics are, it was simply about their experiences. 2 of the 4 died one was 26 years old and the other had not had a drink for 10 years. The overwhelming factor for me was the pure sadness that seemed to be swirling around all 4 of them. They had real bleak despair in their eyes, which even this morning I’m struggling to forget.
I find it difficult sometimes to be sympathetic with people who seem completley unable to help themselves or have any control over their destiny and appear in every way to be on a path to self destruction but after watching this programme last night I guess for most of them self destruction seems the sensible choice in enabling them to obliterate that awful sadness.
Makes me think how lucky I have been with my life…