My Sister, the junkie whore

Almost no one knows this, but I have a Sister.  I don’t like talking about her, because she’s a junkie whore that ruins everything she touches.

Alright, before my Mom thinks I’ve gone off the deep end, I don’t really have a Sister. I do have something that is a lot like what I imagine having a junkie whore for a Sister would be like. I have depression and anxiety. Is that how you say it? I suffer from depression and anxiety??? I struggle with depression and anxiety…lets go with that one! So let’s call this pretend Sister of mine D/A for short. Whenever she comes to town, things just tend to go to junk.

The worst part of having a Sister that’s a junkie whore, is she shows up randomly in your life for no reason. Well, sometimes there’s a reason, like at the holidays…but most of the time she pops into my life out of the blue. If D/A were a real person, maybe it’d be easier. I could just stop opening the door for her. Stop answering calls. Well, probably not…she’s my Sister right? I’m really lucky though, D/A lives out of town for the most part. There are long stretches of time that I don’t even remember that D/A is part of my life…short of the little pill I take each morning to keep her away.

I’m also blessed that D/A has never made a huge mess of my life. Overall, I have it pretty good. Great by some comparisons. Still, no matter how good we as humans have it, there always seems to be the lingering wish that it were just a little bit better. I wish D/A would move away and stay away forever. I know that in reality, it is doubtful that will ever happen.

So, what’s a guy to do? Well, I think it might be helpful for me to think of D/A as a real junkie whore! If I did have a junkie whore of a Sister, I’d do everything I could to keep her away from my family. Previously, whenever D/A would come to town, I’d sit there and hang out with her…half heartedly waiting for her to leave whenever she saw fit. From now on, I’m packing her a lunch and driving her ass to the bus station. Is it really that easy? No! But there are things that a person can do to help make it easier. My new exercise routine of 6 days a week, 45 minutes a day has been helping. Writing this article has been helping. My medication helps. Talking about it when she is in town helps.

I heard an interesting ad yesterday. It was about mental illness. It was for makeitOK.org. I haven’t finished looking at everything they have on their site, but I love the idea of it. I used to want to hide the fact the D/A was part of my life. Now, I’ve realized that she’s part of who I am. Sometimes she’ll be in town and I’ll be a little bit of a mess, but I’m hoping that driving her ass to the bus station will keep getting easier and easier.

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One thought on “My Sister, the junkie whore

  1. Joe, What a great title! You are incredibly courageous for putting yourself out there and staying strong to identify what YOU want out of this wild world. I’m so thankful you discovered Make It OK, it’s my passion in life for helping people think differently about mental illness as stigma is often the most difficult to overcome.

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