Today is the day we bring awareness and remember those loast to an overdose. So we hang black balloons outside of our homes. I did this at 6:30am and took photos and posted them on social media with the hashtag #BlackBalloonDay.
Next year I will plan better in advance and let the local radio stations and the newspaper know what day is coming. Unfortunately I didn’t think of it until today. I want to take a more positive role in the community and help bring much needed awareness to the growing epedemic of addiction.
Addiction is much like Satan. There is no discrimination in who gets manipulated and suckered in. Addiction and Satan….. one in the same. Whispers in the ear, takes over your thoughts, makes you believe they are the best thing for you and for you to leave what you love and believe in for it.
As I hung my ballooon out I thought of my good friends nephew who lost his fight at 22 years of age less than two years ago. Of another Mom who lost their son as well less than two years ago. I look at my child and wonder if I am next to lose someone. I look at the faces in the community, some that I know are using, some that I suspect could be and I wonder who loves them and if they are next to lose someone.
It is unfortunate that those suffering from addiction are treated with such disrespect, and ridicule. At least those who wear it on their sleaves and are not hidden behind a suit, or a dress, or smock, or scrubs, or in a prestigious position that hide their addiction well.
#BlackBalloonDay is important and should be recognized and in my small community it is not. I am one person with black balloons on her car and on her house. I have not seen another one today at all. Kind of makes me want to go pass out black balloons at the local Walmart just so I am not alone. However, on the other hand, I am proud to hang my black balloons. So standing alone is OK by me. For now…. as next year, I will plan big!