intervention.

I saw a tv show this afternoon called 'intervention'.. and basically it features people who suffers from an addiction of some sort, who later on would accept free therapy. The certain episode I saw documented the lives of a meth user who cuts herself at certain points and an anorexic slash bulimic who would do purging and  laxatives everyday. It was sooo crazy.. the amount of injury and pain they would inflict to themselves, the other one even needed 16 stitches after cutting herself deep.. and its not like they did what they did due to skin-deep reasons.. as how it was portrayed, both of them had horrid molestation issues in the past and the addiction became like their way of coping up.. a means to try to go on with their everyday lives.

Towards the end of the show the interventionist gathered up their family and loved ones to convince the subjects into cleaning themselves up via therapy/rehab.. I found myself in tears while watching that certain part.. I swear I could not help my eyes from crying 'cause it was breaking my heart to see all those love and pain and regrets rolling up in between those people. I was crouching so low from where I was sitting 'cause I was aware that I looked like a total buffoon if anybody saw me there with my eyes so puffy. And as if I didn't had enough, the show that followed was somehow similar in context only that it  was more about people dealing with obsessive compulsions. 

It is such a pity knowing that a growing number of people is suffering from these kind of situations and that most of them aren't  offered or who would not seek help. On the other note it also made me entirely thankful of whatever problem and anxieties I have at the moment... grateful that its nothing compared to what those people were struggling through. That amidst anything.. I have a functional support system.. a sound mind.. and a big God to be thankful for.