will I live to see the day we stop stigmatizing drugs? stigmatizing poverty? stigmatizing being betrayed, depressed, disempowered, in pain, for caring? will we ever develop new criterias for what a "good" life looks like, feels like, for different people? if we don't, kinda proves the point that nobody with power really gave a fuck about drugs or people, whatever crime or health means this decade - they just wanted an easy way to get what they wanted - controlling your moment to moment experience of existence - lift you up, tear you down, rebuild you the way they want...
we are inevitably dependant creatures. we are flesh bags of chemicals. it is only a cruel exploitation to play on someone's psychology before they could ever know how their own mind and body work or can be manipulated against them. to deliberately fuck with their heads when they're just trying to feel better.
cannabis in particular proved to me that we've suffered from arbitrary prohibition that's only held us back and made everything hurt in ways it never needed to. I don't have a dog in these fights, but the opioid and amphetamine pipelines from hospital to homelessness are still used against people - when you're older and in pain, you will regret what you did to these older unhoused people you claim are "just on drugs"...
they just started an 8am to 8pm camping ban - you enjoy your successful lives and I fear being forced to walk until my body breaks because I didn't dedicate my every moment to getting more money - I thought being alive should be free.
every good thing can be ruined. poorly utilized. weaponized. doesn't mean it wasn't any good. just please don't forget that, at least.
[in response to this article: https://www.nytimes.com/2023/07/09/health/seniors-substance-abuse.html?fbclid=IwAR0puMKIupD_SuNAl65JWD-Bef3CDoGs8ev7ycSEs57ebs3CnA8k5Wi8DQ4]
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