Being a drug addict ain't no joke, and it's brutal what life he had in his early years that molded him a certain way surely. BUT at some point in your life you HAVE TO act responsibly and get professional help and at least try to overcome and realize no drug in the world will help you overcome the demons of the past, the neglect, bad experiences and bad choices. If believing in an invisible figure in the sky helped him, good for him, still wasn't able to keep his hands off drugs unfortunately. If he had invested more time in his own healing he might have had a better chance of getting off that poison. Also enablers surely don't help either. No one is downplaying his struggles or making fun of crack addicts in general, it's all sad, but continuing destroying yourself isn't the answer. It's all about overcoming
I don’t want to join in the argument but I’ve taken a little bit of time to think through what I wanted to say. It’s easy for us to say or hope, but it’s another thing for an addict to rearrange what has essentially become who they are. There’s nothing to overcome. There’s isn’t a figurative hole to climb out of.
We’ve spent most of our lives watching him try to shake that shyt off and it still finds a way back into what we think we see as his life.
I have more than a few family members with real deal addictions. Two in particular were the worst, a I have an uncle with a crack cocaine addiction and HAD another with a heroin addiction he developed after coming home from Vietnam. My uncle died a heroin addict, my other uncle will likely die a crack addict. They’ve stolen from us, shamed our family, turned away from their children, etc.
I used to take it personally, but like many other things in life, I learned to add another layer of coldness around my heart. I eventually learned to see it from an addicts point of view, though I can’t truly empathize, I no longer blame them or see them as weak. My normal/okay is their normal/okay
I used the phrase “who they are” because between potential life factors, the chemical rewiring of their brain, and the alignment of their development (we never stop) all contribute to the addiction.
Who and who we are, as a consciousness, boils down to the wrinkles in our brains, our synapses, and the chemicals/mini lightning bolts that pass in between. Truly addictive substances, actions, and states of living rearrange all of that. If you start young it becomes the literal foundation of who you are. I don’t mean that in a proverbial sense, I mean that you’re now chemically/biologically hardwired to be that person.
If you have kids and you feel happy when you see them. It’s not the kids that make you happy, it’s the pattern of electric impulses and chemicals passing between synapses, when you experience your kids, that make you happy, or sad, or angry, etc. Addictive substances evict all that other shyt until those old inputs start to give the same chemical signature of the shyt we dread like the feeling of something jabbing you into your eye, a bad cut, nausea, aches, depression, etc.
Every time we watched the man we know as Earl Simmons go to Arizona or go to rehab we thought he was leaving the drugs and old life behind. That was never the case, it never left him.
Think of a place, state of being, etc. that is a complete normal for you. Like a baseline for existence with no stress, no outside input to affect your life; maybe bedtime or something. Now thing of a state of being that’s the complete opposite, an extreme abnormal state of being, that makes you as uncomfortable as you can ever imagine.
From the outside looking in we look at the drugs or drink someone uses as an extra attachment. In reality it’s pretty much interwoven into their very being. Being high/drunk is their normal, everything else We truly watched a man try his best, year after year to completely re-write himself, or his “normal”.
What we think of as a normal peaceful state is complete chaos to an addict. The normal includes the chemical, physical, and social dependency. The abnormal is trying to live what we see as a normal life when all the chemicals in your brain are telling telling you that you’re in a proverbial hell, those same chemicals that shape who we are as a person. Without them we’d be almost catatonic zombies. If you’ve ever had the misfortune to be prescribed something like dissolvable zyprexa then you can probably relate.
There’s a lot that can potentially drive an addict. Plenty of ways to feel as we judge them and/or try to rationalize their addictions. there’s also an infinite amount of mental and physical suffering, that we don’t see or feel, because they know more than anybody else that their an addict, don’t want to be, and have to come to terms with their bodies and minds turning on them.
It’s hard for us to imagine but rehab, quitting, all that shyt is essential a person trying to rip their minds to shreds, smush the pieces back together in the wrong order (sobriety), then trying to live the rest of their lives without rearranging themselves in the correct order (addiction).
I don’t feel any kind of way that anyone is mad at Earl Simmons. His childhood, life as he knew it, and past overall are done. I just hoped I could explain the addict in a better context. We were fortunate enough to experience his light, though masked as “DMX”. For a brief yet triumphant moment we got to see DMX’s star shine brighter than Earl’s demons and addictions ever could and I’m at peace with that, and I can only hope that he’s at peace with that. There’s nothing more we can do.
I can empathize with the poster’s that are angry with you but I’m not angry with you. I just hope you can grow to see Earl in a different light because this experience we call life just isn’t in our control. We aren’t Earl or his experiences, and experience will trump our words every time. We aren’t the first to feel that an addict should have done something different, we won’t be the last.