Conclusion

Everyday we wake up in a world. A world that has been consumed by opioids. Parents no longer let their children go outside without shoes due to the fear of them stepping on a needle. Teenagers have the constant fear of no longer becoming grounded. People you love becoming so far gone that the fear of losing them forever is thicker than the literal or figurative blood that connects you together. The place that we call home so changed and erased that it is unrecognizable. How could we have possibly let it get this far?

We should be angry. We should feel so strongly for these people infected by a disease as awful as addiction. Not everyone feels sorry for them. Some see them as the disease; they are wrong. They are only the infected ones. The only way to get through this is to change this vision. We have to feel something for not only ourselves, our family, and our children, but those people infected, their families, and their children. We should care for our town and our country. We should want to pick up the sword and fight. We should crave the change, and insight the change we crave so strongly it is nauseating. How can we, as a people, look at ourselves in a mirror and be proud if just outside the very room we stand in the world and people we know are dying? This shall only get worse. It will not work itself out. This is our fight. Our battle.