My uncle always struggled with addiction. He used to live with my grandma and she'd get so tired of his BS that she'd come drop him off at our house. Sometimes he'd be so messed up, he'd be crawling up our steps to the front door.
I remember one time yelling:
"Aren't you tired of this?! Don't you want to see your son??? Do you want him to grow up doing the same stuff?"
I just didn't understand at the time the strong grip that drugs can have on you especially heroin. I battled it for 12 years and I'm so glad I was able to get sober finally. I just wish that my uncle would've been able to find the peace and happiness that comes from finally getting sober and being FREE!!!!!!