February 11, 2017 is a day I’ll never forget. It was a sunny day when I got the call, the call that told me you claimed my uncle’s life. Although I have only known you for a short amount of time, the last year with you has been the worst year of my life. Over the past few years, I've watched taken over people's thoughts, actions, and words. I've watched you destroy relationships and my family.
At first, it didn't feel like you were there, but you were lurking and waiting to strike. At first it didn't feel that you were a disease, instead, it felt like you were a choice that I didn't understand. I didn't understand how someone could choose you over their child, sibling, or parent. I didn't understand what made you so tempting and what made you so addicting. I just didn't understand you.
Over the past year, I've watched you kill someone from the inside out. I've watched you destroy their body. I've watched you take over their words and actions, making them say and do stuff that they later regret. You didn't care about my family and how you destroyed us, you didn't even care about the one you inhibited.
As I sit trying to write my uncle's obituary and plan for the funeral, I still find it hard for me understand you. All I know is that you’re toxic and I never want you back in my life.
