Heroin Addicition

This is probably going to be one of the most important things I will ever write.  I am going to touch on a subject that is or has affected so many lives.  Not just the lives of the people that consume but the lives of the people that love and care for those that have afflicted themselves with this evil drug.
 First I must say that I by no means am I an expert nor do I claim to be.  I like so many others out there are not only learning day to day but experiencing this myself.  I am at a total loss as to why so many people, good decent people have chosen to give in to this epidemic.  To live their lives full of this madness that is sweeping our nation as a whole.
I have watched a very dear loved one go from healthy to down right sickly.  When I say sickly I mean a face that was sunken in, blotches all over, scars from picking, and even death.   I say death because in reality, she did die.  Not just in a physical state but a mental state as well. While I'm quite sure and understand exactly how Narcan works, it brought her back physically. Unfortunately, nothing can bring them back mentally.
This evil drug takes our loved ones into a world of it's own.  It consumes them like a fire consumes a log, burning rapidly out of control.  It takes them to depths you could never imagine. They do things that they may normally not do.  They steal, cheat, lie, and do whatever it takes to get that fix.  They don't care who they hurt in the process as long as they get what they need.
They don't see that their loved ones are suffering from their choices and nor do they care.  Their children, parents, and friends don't stand a chance.  You no longer matter.  Instead you get used and abused by them. You become a human punching bag, so to speak.  They hit you hard and low until you can't possibly take another hit.  They don't feel a .  NOTHING is as important to them but that next fix.
I have seen down right evil in the face of withdrawal.  Eyes that would laser through you and strike with just one look. Words of pure hatred spew out of the mouth that would have never spoken to you like that. Fists up and arms swinging to protect themselves from you getting in the way.  It's a very scary scene.  One I hope to never witness again.  All because the "high" was coming down and they had no way to get what they needed.
They scour the streets looking for anyone with anything.  They don't care that the dealers are putting other ingredients in the mix, they just want their drug.  Elephant tranquilizers are now in the mix and killing our loved ones faster than you could ever imagine. They don't care!  How sad.
This is just a part of this epidemic.  I haven't even touched on the emotional state of families and the babies being born addicted.  How children are left with no parents.  How grandparents are now raising their grandchildren.  How endless supplies of needles are being found for anyone to find.
Yes, I am dealing with an addicted loved one.  Everyday is hard. It brings endless supply of worry and stress.  I urge America to get involved and let's stop this.  For these dealers, it's all about money.  For us, it's about saving lives.  Unfortunately, they are winning.