My dear brothers and sister on meth…

My dear brothers and sisters on ice,

I believe you, when your heart roars from the pain underlying your addiction. I have felt that pain, too. I hear the screams in your depths, when the drug leaves your body and your distorted mind begs for more because the pain of reality seems great. I have screamed from within, too. I have begged for more. I have run from reality for decades.

But reality is beautiful, believe it or not. Pain and sadness are as fleeting as pleasure and happiness. I know this, too.

I was a drug addict almost as long as I have lived a sober life. Adulthood, when I became responsible for my decisions, is a different story. My years as a crackhead far outnumber my years of sobriety. But, every day, I am building a portfolio of life and love without addiction that, one day, will outnumber the days of my darkness.

What I’ve come to learn is that, yes, there are underlying factors. Yes, this started from deep-seated trauma. But every time I plunged that syringe in my veins, it was my decision and no one else’s. Every bad decision I made was mine, no one else’s.

Every excuse I made for my behavior and my choices I know, now, were simply excuses… qualifications of an adulthood spent wasting precious time and hurting loved ones along the way.

But, more importantly (and I know this is something difficult for addicts to contend with), I was hurting myself. As an addict, I used to rationalize that as long as I wasn’t hurting other people, it was okay for me to pleasure myself with meth. I even made myself believe it made me a more loving, better person. But what I didn’t understand then is how impossible it was to love anyone else, when I couldn’t love myself.

When I couldn’t care for myself.

When I was poisoning myself.

When I would waste the day away on nonsense. Truly, the life of an addict is filled with nonsense and insane peculiarities (tweaking) that drive us further and further from our own souls and our humanity.

You know exactly what I’m talking about. I’m one of you.

And, so, as kindred souls allow me please to express how glad I am my addiction ended way before Douglas Moylan became the attorney general of Guam.

Because, my brothers and sisters on meth, Doug Moylan ain’t playin’.

I’m sure he prays for us, and feels for the trauma; but as the elected attorney general of Guam, he doesn’t care what excuses we make for ourselves.

Attorney General Douglas Moylan has spent his four short months in office doing exactly what he said he would do: He’s prosecuting every single drug offender the police bring to his doorstep. And for good measure, he’s very likely to take one or two of these innocuous drug possession cases through full trial to get convictions, and to demand for full sentences.

And because of the havoc we addicts have caused in the community, Mr. Moylan will have the overwhelming support of the public.

The poor defendant who has the unfortunate luck of being chosen as the example to be made will be kicking and screaming from what he or she thought would be a simple case for a plea deal, all the way to a prison sentence of 15 years. And the people will celebrate.

Doug Moylan is not ****ing around.

I implore you, my brothers and sisters – and I know you’ve thought about it many times throughout your years of addiction – if for no other reason, quit now because you don’t want to risk being the target of Doug Moylan’s agenda to rid this island of the meth scourge.

I know many of you. So intelligent, kind, and filled with so much to offer this island. Kill the darkness of your addiction, and let your light shine.