A Different Kind of Sickness

When you are told constantly by your loved ones that your actions are causing them pain and misery, what should you do? What would you do? But the most important question is, what does it mean when you do nothing?

We’ve all seen ‘Intervention’ by now, but I’m not talking about someone with an addiction to substances. I’m talking about people who don’t care about their behaviour and how it affects everyone around them.

The only thing in my head is that those unwilling to change have no love for those pleading for change. Plain and simple as that. Maybe I’m wrong. I’ve never given birth, but I’ve felt what I imagine to be the love of a mother towards her child. I don’t have biological nieces or nephews, but I have a few who I do consider my nieces and nephews and if they ever expressed to me that my actions resulted in their pain, I’d re-evaluate and curb that in a second!

I’ve seen a lot of mothers and fathers put themselves and their own needs before that of their children. I understand it, but I don’t. I know hurt people, hurt people and that in itself is a different kind of sickness.

I ask again, when you are told and you know your actions are causing your loved ones pain and you do nothing, what does it say about you and your feelings towards them?

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3 thoughts on “A Different Kind of Sickness

  1. To me, it says that individual is weak. I’m sure there are some out there who just don’t care. But for the ones who do, I can only think if them as weak. Weak of mind, weak of spirit. They don’t seem to know their self worth and have no self love so how can they truly understand the worth of their loved ones and fully love others? They can’t. Therefore, they can’t (or won’t) find in themselves to change, to do better even though their loved ones have repeatedly pointed out the damage their ways are inflicting.

  2. Definitely loved this post, as it speaks to my heart. I had close family members with addictions over the years and it hurt my heart and my mom’s heart some kind of bad. I tried to keep it real with a certain relative by continuing to stay down and treat them accordingly. But I swear that it became next to impossible. So after talking to my mom and getting her advice, I made the decision that until that sibling put down the drugs…we could never experience the kind of relationship that she allowed drugs to destroy. It took every bit of 10 years but she finally cleaned up her act. And we are family again.

    Great post.

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